Wicked Poems
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Cupped Hands
The words
You spill to paper
Flow like water
Off ravaged pages
From cupped hands
I drink your sorrow
Bitter sips of pain
Until
Full to bursting
I break
The volume
Of your despair
Undamns me
I spill over
Tears from my eyes...
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