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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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If Not For You
If not for you, I would not breathe I dare to bleed upon your silk attire If not for you, I would not need To destroy my sanity in your name. If not for you, I would not read Those thoughts inside your head If not for you, I would not need To be sprawled upon your unmade bed. If not for you, and only you Then who would grace my soul? If not for you, then who shall Take your place among my old? If not for you, I would not say These things inside my brain If not for you, I would keep Those thoughts buried in the rain. If not for you, and only you Then who would break my bones? If not for you, I would keep Them straight and hard as stone. If for you. raw || truth |