December 2008
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Pleasure turns to the pain,
Of the lessons learned from the strain;
Of the questions burned in my brain.
About weather love is humane in its touch.
These thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream.
In the tears of deceit,
Fighting the current hurt;
That kills more than is created.
By the chaos of our intertwined emotions;
Chaotic because of the anchor,
Of EROS’ arrow
Has been plucked from the...