Sunday, June 16, 2013

Trade

leave a piece
of soul with me, and
soldier on, take
handful of my life
and stride away
to seek evasive fortune,
pretty face. but never
no, never regret this
lock of heart tress, my
gaping wound of gone,
grow fonder night on day
and never as united stand
as after roaming, home.

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