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gone gone your eyes gone their stars no depth I spy turned away you are you broke my spell my curse lifts your love gone Copyright 2013 David Anthony.
The Heart You Made Bloom So close came I to embracing my bane. So close came I to extinguishing flame. Gathered my poisons to me, near at hand. Needed only be heeded; that unholy command.
Cannot leave. Cannot stay. Here. A grief no word can express a moan a groan in grotesque excess Concealed is my face. Veiled, my disgrace Shielded from light. A lonely, dark place. Hard to release.
So on the advice of one who wrote a poem so beautiful that it is worthy of daily prayer (@sarahgamal, "Namaste"), I will set a few blogs to explain where I am.
Goodbye, goodbye What rhymes with goodbye. Not another poem. Not another guitar lesson. Not another nursing intervention. Not another interrupted sentence.