Wednesday
Jan092013
One Sunday In August...

Past less the man
I used to be
Keeping what was real
That was mine to see
Not perfect but wanted to be
Touching a self
That flirted with my future
I aspired a man
Still in need of a suture
Of heart and being
No different than yours
In need of healing
But still precious and pure
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