hold me
walking a thin line
hair undone
the waterfront
miles away
and still
you are waiting
my hardened mind
set a ease
and I beg of you
to lay your body
over me
protecting
the scream
that picks parts of me
in a time of lost shadows
I beg of you
as the day succumbs to darkness
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-16 at 08:09
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