naked, i came to you
flying out of the brush in the forest of my soul
with ravaged skin, i combusted into fire
i showed you my broken aorta, fusing rich blood
from the left ventricle of my heart
to the merri-go-round of arteries
your touch mended old habbits
and i fell
back into the infinite abyss
of relying on you
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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yay blog buddies! You should definatly (sorry about the spelling) record your dreams, I keep a dream journal actually. I love your poems, they have a really nice flow about them. I love the words in this one, I can taste blood.
I really enjoy how you put your words together
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