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By Briana Kassia Date: 2009 Apr 03 Comment on this Work [[2009.04.03.17.43.21235]] |
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I lay wounded alone and hurting sore, scared, and scarred a prison cell or hospital bed so cold, noisy, impersonal and cruel when silence comes it brings cold peace and sleep taunts from her cobwebbed corner I ache and cry, alone again, alone with regret and remorse's price paidin pain and there in the stillness your voice drips down to me honeyed balm to a wounded heart saying all the right things in all the right ways and melting truth in every golden sweet word |