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David Naranjo Poem
"Pain", you know nothing of pain as I lay in a puddle of tears saturating me in
woe, so woe am I, face down in the earth that birthed me, so I fly not, dream not,
yet I sigh sitting in mime watching the masker ade wishing for omega, ripping
legs off insects that pass squeezing every tear out, in there I lay somatic to
emotion that poured the liquid from windows of perception, here I fly not, dream
not, yet I sigh lost in this puddle of woe for woe am I.
Copyright © David Naranjo | Year Posted 2007
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