Dead Trees and Ink
A collection of simple musings.
Monday, March 17, 2008
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Home is where the heart is, Then my home lies east Where I left my heart I sit here bleeding with scars Soul bared for you to see Vulnerable, weak, craven Only to be redeemed by your love I am not whole yet but I am willing
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