Healing-Hurts

It is as on the sand I write for you a poem But the sea comes in again to steal it Like a child I stand and wonder why this is That hope lives only to be washed away

Sunday, January 14, 2007

living is a blood (self) sacrifice



Living is not by the word you speak

But by the sacrifice you make

For life is in the blood



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