Guest guest Posted February 4, 2006 Report Share Posted February 4, 2006 SURRENDERING DUST Beloved, You have everything I am You have left me with Nothing But the sunlight in my hair, The moon in my cupped hands, These flowers growing from my eyes. I inhale the calamity of existence Without you And the semblance of reality Without me Living on the edge of a very sharp blade Held to the jugular Bleeding This Is, Surrendering nothing That is not ours. Love, Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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