Undone
Love has left me undone
Frayed around the edges
Frazzled to no end
There is no strand left to thread
Undone
11-21-2010
JadedJezzabel commented on Undone
11-20-2010
AlysonAlive commented on Undone
11-02-2010
11-02-2010
11-02-2010
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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