The Unending
Unending...Sharp humour doesn't work
Weak temper only hurts
A sound lashing flies away
Taking everything but the pain
It couldn't be easier to explain, my unending
It all comes down to this, my unending, my unending.
Do I begin...
Do I start within,
Do I hide it in, the sands? This my unending need for you?
Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-05-02 at 01:24
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