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My Hero Bares His Nerves

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My hero bares his nerves along my wrist
That rules from wrist to shoulder,
Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost,
Leans on my mortal ruler,
The proud spine spurning turn and twist.

And these poor nerves so wired to the skull
Ache on the lovelorn paper
I hug to love with my unruly scrawl
That utters all love hunger

And tells the page the empty ill.
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fhxthdrhfxsgd 27 November 2018

stoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooopit

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The metaphors are spellbounding

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine oit

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