It Hurt
by Richard BlissettIt hurt
When you took me
in
Pretended
Just like it was old
And newly discovered
And so simple
sweet
When you made me
It hurt
When you took away
A slivered
moon
My waiting caller
Bled me
Keep me away
And say you don't
know
Me
And my living breaths
Were they anything at all?
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Last updated on Saturday, April 19, 2008.
