Pain is my repertoire

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Pain is my repertoire

Submitted: February 08, 2014

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Pain is a repertoire I'm not far from alone a rolled stone feeling alone in my hole crippled and cold iced over from days bold the stories untold frozen cold a life stole from ink bold standing on the edge precipe dredged the bottom feeder welded creature un-fed not a home to lay the head transient pledged a sacrament unabridged for a life not yet lived all I had to give I gave a slave driven mad by a broken ledge promised dead.  It's a first memory like the rolling seas of sorrow after first cast of a fruitless endeavor we borrow to sever the head of recapitulence of decadence or better spelled remembrance of sustenance or maybe defined encumbrance still in revelance.  Beat the drum a with broken thumbs and become number to others not me the one sing a song ynsong unwritten undone and climb ladders without rungs ascend to mend broken treatise pleasing to the drafteingbof papers. A better time undefined yet rewind why you stalk from behind a sheep in an insomniac a sleep   Be life in repeat to wake from slumbers sleep and embrace all before a dismal deadfall or cancerous crawl. Love another sisters and brothers


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