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This Might Leave A Mark

Heavy is the hand
that bruises hearts
and impales the soul.
It was the one inch punch
from her mouth to my ear
that turned my head into a black hole.
The feeling never fades
and only gets worse
when I pull the shades.
I fear the dark, so much
so I chase the sunlight,
but I'm never fast enough.

11 Oct 17

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I comment with a lite hand, and a big dick.  Get yourself together or some balls will be hiding the sunlight.
 — percocet