My dying heart I can't stop clutching. 
                              My crying eyes I can't stop rubbing. 
                              My life is breaking and can't be put back together. 
                              Can't I hold onto the one piece of my life I love. 
                              Decaying within my own secrets and guilt.
                              4/8/09
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
 
                                               
                                                  