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Sunday, September 13, 2009
Pain
Rating: ★5.0
I am caught in a steel trap
Of my own manufacture,
Fractured,
Tearing my own flesh
With dull teeth
Unable to escape
My own choises
The voices calling my name
Cut my heart to pieces
One with a razors bite
The other with silk
And sweetness
Of my own manufacture,
Fractured,
Tearing my own flesh
With dull teeth
Unable to escape
My own choises
The voices calling my name
Cut my heart to pieces
One with a razors bite
The other with silk
And sweetness
ivy skies
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COMMENTS
Aurora Bell
14 September 2009
This is brilliant Ivy.
Welcome to the club
A x
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Vinod Kumar
14 September 2009
Strong Ming... Tough Words, but the heart is simple, nice different work,10+
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~ Jon London ~
13 September 2009
Rich in emotion my friend...you express your feeling well in this well thought out and delivered write....keep expressing
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