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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
16 years ago
Dear boni
Bonitaj
16 years ago
CAT!
faithmairee
16 years ago
Wow! Great Poem
Bonitaj
16 years ago
Hi Faithmaree
Seren
16 years ago
Dear Boni
Bonitaj
16 years ago
Hello JayCee!
judyanne
16 years ago
i love this
Bonitaj
16 years ago
Thanks Judy-Anne
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