And I sit
Feeling every word
Their sting
Their fire
And I dwell
On your voice
The hollowness of it
The emptiness of it
And I regret
The arrows I let fly
Their precision
Their swiftness
And I sit
Loving you until eternity
The chains of it
The pain of it
P.Frias
2/3/14
Friday, February 7, 2014
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