Saturday, November 16, 2013

4757. PAIN ON HAND

PAIN ON HAND
My pain has a tattoo of death, my hand has a
tattoo of pain  -  I am bequeathed of nothing but
trouble and anguish and somehow they both
seem the same. Now is the narrow marsh where
my small craft won't fit. I resign myself to
sorrow, and that is the end of it.

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