Time does not heal all things.
I will never be free of the tainted past I so eagerly despise,
Because time cannot heal without leaving mark.
Dried up wounds that once ran deep with the blood of passion,
Remain as pale, knotted, rope-like reminders.
Shame on the deepest level, hidden from view for so long.
Will I ever shake off these bonds?
Monday, February 15, 2010
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