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While this pain this beautiful pain consumes my whole breast and steals my breath I do not feel the ache in my bones.

My dear this is why I pass over the poet to kiss the steed, it takes all that power to turn me away, not to look, whisper.

You would never know I built these walls only to keep me in, only to keep me whole, never to keep you out, not you.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A excellent poem. Powerful words in every line. You drawn me into the poem with powerful lines and the story in your words. Your ending was perfect.
Coyote