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Is There a Doctor For the Soul

there is no cure for this melodrama there is blood on my fingers where i touched your wounds, you said we all have them and some are well-hidden some follow us with hound-dog eyes inconsolable and lonely for his master, the spirit of the wind shakes the dream catcher halfway to paradise the parchment of this poem, an unspoken sin that catches fire, our ashes rising, sing.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 6/2/2011 5:47:00 PM
creativity is there,,,,want to read more from you.....
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