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Jun 28, 2010
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LOVE´S EXECUTIONER*
"It was always a case of one-upmanship,who would fall or better stillslip. I fell. I would've eaten crumbs, from your outstretched hand -but my parched petulancewas more than you could stand.So I stood. I would've bled white,blanched from an open wound,to save you from the slap of fateand sorrow of misfortune. So I bled. I would've held upmy heart for renttorn apart, trampled,neglected, wrecked.I am spent. One word would have suffıcedNot poetry; nor wisdom,
not being nice.
I choose not to remain broken
only bent..."
Bjr 28 June '10
*Title from a book by Irvin Yalom
— Bonitaj, Jun 28, 2010
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Candlewitch
15 years 11 months ago
Dear boni
Bonitaj
15 years 11 months ago
CAT!
faithmairee
15 years 11 months ago
Wow! Great Poem
Bonitaj
15 years 11 months ago
Hi Faithmaree
Seren
15 years 11 months ago
Dear Boni
Bonitaj
15 years 11 months ago
Hello JayCee!
judyanne
15 years 11 months ago
i love this
Bonitaj
15 years 11 months ago
Thanks Judy-Anne