Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Keeper


His axe, it cracked my outside shell,
His words, they burnt, they made me dwell.
My semblance tore into pieces, asunder,
But he sewed this mind together, by wonder.

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    1. Thanks! Still trying to get back to the writing mode :/

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    2. Reading this, it never seemed that you lost touch!

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