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The Tower, the World and the King of Swords

and so it begins as it ended
probably weeping, gasping for air
trying to clutch that feeling that
is life
whether in pain or love, you
know you’re here
but now, now we peer into
crystal balls
watching teardrops flow like I’ve
never seen
there was suffering within and
perhaps
it’s time to grow up and let the
wound bleed
it’s time to externalize this age-
long war
let everyone know how hard I’ve
pushed
and what I’ve been killing
myself for…
now too many days have gone
by in silence
writing my tomes on arms and
legs
spitting up at the sun in utter
defiance
but in truth I know I’m merely
dregs

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This poem was written by a fellow Xangan, newly migrated to wordpress.

http://savagehenry3750.wordpress.com/

and if Xanga lords allow old blogs to stay up for a while, you can check his all archive here:

savagehenry3750.xanga.com

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The Tower, the World and the King of Swords

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