I may feel different but my flesh is the same
I may be stuck like a picture in a frame
But the shattered glasses knows my pain
I will never change like an endless flame
And I will suffer the consequences of blame
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A Never Ending Dream
PoetryThe loving kiss of death The cold touch of darkness Where is the hope I'm searching for? Your sweet little kisses Your gentle touch Ah, there it is... [Just a bunch of poems I wrote]
