I cherish the times I held you
But with my demons you couldn't hold on
I hate to realise it's not you with me
When I wake in the morn
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The Ink I Bleed (Poems)
PuisiCold steel kisses my skin, A sweet melody as it opens, Release the soul kept within, Let it run, Let it live. A book of poems. © 2014 Nicholas Stephenson. All rights reserved.
