Unic Cjonr

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Bitter Is Sold - Poem by Unic Cjonr

By the road, i am gathered - Lost to lost - Not to my belongings - Not to my longings - Soft does melt inside - The heat measured by frost - Alone by choice, easy to fake - Break I do, the broken songs of Take - Instructions received, at the voice - Falling sounds by crystal clear flakes - Stories became many, never to be told - Death has a grip - The knot to rope by a slip - Breathe the chair for repairs - Hanged by the hand - Hell has a chance - Holier to stand on nomads land - Bitter is the breath i hold - Bitter is the breath I sold


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 3, 2012



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