Snatches...
Millions of moments
condensed into one -
pulsating - revolving -
consulting - well done...
Cornered and censored -
walled - wicked - wrong -
lashes with snatches -
with god come along...
Flesh marks - blood flowing -
falling from grace -
god loves you dearly -
a smile on their face...
Look at the searching -
check out the start -
pain in the present
pours from the past...
Sit in a circle -
no start and no end -
round and round reason -
trying to mend...
Free from the edges -
punching the bull -
always returning
and feeling the pull...
Joy Weare,
17th January, 2010.
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