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Outside the reverse
of your inner self,
I walk
in waiting of time
passed by.
March along the broken paths,
run away with flighted shards.
The broken dreams
you left behind.
Reach with me
into a hardend heart.
Melt away
my pride that rapes
this beginning's first day.
Let the heat from your
overwhelming chill
break me all over
your skin.
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Love the line, "break me all over your skin". This is a beautiful poem. A few spelling errors you may want to edit "bronken"..to "broken" and perhaps add an aposrophe to "beginnnings" to display possession of "first day". Overall a great read. You have a unique voice. -Leah
Some very intense and powerful words. 'March along the bronken paths, / run away with flighted shards' and 'Let the heat from your / overwhelming chill / break me all over / your skin' have particular resonnance. Like this a lot.
