Cait Oiler

Rookie (4-19-90)

Sting

I'd bleed for you,

But I've forgotten the pain,
The short pressure,
The sting,
The overflow of emotion,
As the empty drifts away,
I've forgotten almost everything…

But if I close my eyes,
I can still see,

The faint ivory lines,
And savor the feeling of release.

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