Does your view soften the pain,
when lighter scenes resewn remain?
Yet, flowing out of every stitch
my growing doubt frays every inch.
Does your bitter seem real sweet,
when swallowed down-n-out complete?
Please, sit right down and ponder why
my point got lost somewhere inside.
2008 sinnaminsun (revised 2009)
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