"Sensitive Eyes, Plus"

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By AHopelessMemory •

I spill my soul with paper and a pen And compress everything I keep hidden Legs shaking, to the touch of my remedy And i'm addicted to loving my enemy's Pain and blades is my only zen Beat me with my own self-contemplation Hurting through day-time life Then blackness occurs at night My touch, my fire, is burning out So, listen to what i'm all about Craving, and starving for love Leave me, and send the confusion above

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August 10, 2005 14:01 ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~

wow! compression! this poem feels like you have a very big heart and soul great poem!

September 19, 2005 01:53ill haven

L4: enemies

I like this a lot! Wow!
It seems as if you accidentally knocked over the ink bottle that is your soul.

October 10, 2005 23:53Crimson.Wings

This is a very good poem. I really like it a lot! :D