Pound my chest
Till it pounds no more
Rip out my heart, bring it to the fore
Open window, closed door
Heart commanded stomach ill
Salty cheeks and salty mind
From evoked days surpass
Broken pieces of my glass
Pounding on my chest is sore
Crooked lips from traces old and new
Yet mourning yesterday as tomorrow
Build a bridge upon the sorrow
Re-amend, the past is now
Restore my glass and set it right
For pounding chest wont cease no more
Wishing time encore!
Thursday, 24 January 2008
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:o)
wonderful
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