treason
I kept you behind the shoulderLike another head,
Growing from the neck.
Erupting, conflicting and nodding in harmony.
One day, you rose
Unintended as the sun
And gave me a severe burn.
Poetry by ben
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Written on 2008-03-28 at 18:04
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