verge

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, July 3, 2011 0 comments

these thoughts of you
are nothing more, nothing more
than any one thing
that remains
as the grain
of my crucified soul

i bathe in their reflection
which often betrays the chance
to rediscover
your beautiful heart

if ever they became
abortive and unsound
then i'll fight, i swear i'll fight
while vaguely unraveled
of all the ways
i honestly love you...

to re-exist

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