PAIN

Posted: March 27, 2017 in Uncategorized
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The weaver of pain
Drops on my window as time pass
Scars do me justice like tattooed to my soul’s hour-glass
You tell me the breath I hold
Is not mine
Either I’ve died, or arrived,
Ill be just fine
What do I do?
Ill hold my own and make it through
Ill put these photos down
-Jet
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