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Regret without
Remedy
Time wounds,
Digs down
Into you
Deeper with every
Moment.
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Somewhere
Someone
Is saying something
Stupid about time
Healing but some
Feelings plague-sicken
Stricken minds
Spread on ships
Of thought, scurrying rats
Of memory, moods mired in mud
And dreams bring only fits
Of coughing blood.
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Sometimes
Broken does not
Get fixed.
About the Creator
Roderick Makim
Read one too many adventure stories as a child and decided I'd make that my life.
I grew up on a cattle station in the Australian Outback and decided to spend the rest of my life seeing the rest of the world.
For more: www.roderickmakim.com
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