backs of teeths dissolving

2010-07-07 | 6:06 a.m.

He is loosed from my heart�s strings,
Carried off by wicked means-
A vulture raid with borrowed wings,
Breathing much like old machines.
O can�t I bleed or can�t I sing?
Or ring the eyes that sweat will sting?
To say would be an obscene keen-
I slack from death to cling unseen.

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