Change comes with a summer breeze
Not always at your will
Or on bended knees
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Poems from the Hurt
PoetryExcerpts ~~ Numbness creeps into the very veins that refuse to speak for me And yet they still bleed With every puncture Every laceration Everything that is ever forged out of hiding abiding by crippling sensations ~~ Perpetual sadness It hurts And...
Change
Change comes with a summer breeze
Not always at your will
Or on bended knees
