Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

Sentimentality

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We dance on a knife’s edge.

Each day we put ourselves

Perilously close to unbalancing.

Our words twist us into

Knots…of flesh and mortality.

A tear is not merely a tear.

It is a sign that we need help to

Pull us from the ice that overwhelms

The paltry senses.

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Written by barryr22

July 22, 2010 at 7:41 pm

Posted in Poetry

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