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my sky became steel blue
at the thought of loving you
as if knives caressed my veins
and I'd learned to worship pain
Just my thoughts on the direction your post took my insomniacal brain. Work on this and put a slight edge to it when the mood strikes. I like where you're going with this.
Bill
by Rws on Aug. 16 2008