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THOSE TEARS
by W. Mahlon PurdinDark times
I was on attack.
Made such mistakes.
Wish I could go back
To unsay and undo
What I said and did.
To resay and redo
Quickly close the lid.
I would cage that lion
There's no doubt.
Sheathe the claws
Tear those memories out.
I can't, though I would.
It's done now for years.
Doesn't matter what I could.
There are those tears. 12/15/2009 Posted on 03/23/2010
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| Posted by Charlotte Smith on 03/24/10 at 03:41 AM I don't know if it's the psychoanalytic in me or what, but this poem makes me want to know more. But I suppose that's the beauty of a secret - |
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