Friday, December 5, 2008
I cried so much that a phoenix rose
Rose to heights that flooded the streets
And still it is not over
It isn’t all I have to offer up as a sacrifice
For the happiness I have endured
My smile wears lines into my skin
While the frown that never shows wears lines in my soul
Lines that form roads tracing and haunting of a past unspoken

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