These words flowing
from my pen
staining the paper
letting me see
the insides of my
burning soul
raging for what I
love, need, but...
can't have
Tearing and yanking
little, tiny pieces of
my heart
bit by bit
and gushing
teardrops of blood
forming into the
outline of
YOUR NAME
~~Fiddler 12/14/2001
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