James McLain

Gold Star - 40,509 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Cutting, Pain And Blood - Poem by James McLain

Before you, standing there,
the mirrors longer than the though that brought
me their.
Never lines appear, top hat askew, lips crimson bright
and form the color that sits right
when running down, the razors edge.
Come, I'm wathching all the time, your not.
When knowing misery, grief decieved each covered sheet.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 22, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, February 18, 2013

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