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handmade mats of vivid
colour twined tasseled ends
sold for a penny
bartered for a laugh
the expense not always
in the handshake

barefoot blistered
begs for refuge
listen to your heart
to your soul
there it begins
it should not end

I will take you to the
shore of an abandoned sin
there to judge yourself
not them and see
you cannot make
a mat from water

handmade mats of vivid
colour twined tasseled ends

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Posted 04/11/2014 by DarKarsean in death, Life, Love, Musing, poem, poetic, poetry, Uncategorized

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