Pure
By Ender
Pure light the candle of my heart's desire filling my soul with such a fire to burn my miseries away leaving me pure before a new sun if so long ago, i'd begun i'd be pure today with your own hands, take my eyes so i won't have to see the life i despise they'll be dead to me alive to them, will i remain for such selfishness, a world of pain pure, i'm forced not to beThis is a strange poem, very abstract... but here it is. Written February 12th, 2002 © on Feb 12 2002 12:35 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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