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Our Love
HH (12/14/1974 / Siloam Spirings, AR)

Our Love

Poem By Heath Harrington

The gods shed those saline tears
wash my wounds and rinse away fears.
thunderbolts rip through my chest
destroying my heart and all the rest,
a gaping hole rotting in from out.
Leaving nothing else to doubt;
Our love to you was not able
to survive and all I saw was a fable.

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nicely penned ++10 regards anju
great one, read soem of mine maybe you'll like them!
fine penned verses...great...