All Hurts Are Still The First One Poem by Patti Masterman
All Hurts Are Still The First One
All hurts are still the first one,
All pains repeat the same,
Rejection states, that you'll win none;
Your cast-off face and name.
Though you'll still rise to dust off you
The smarting stones, of better men;
They'll leave your sullied, dirty blues
To march toward their finer whims.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
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