like a knife...

by Matto - Scorpio - Not entered

like a knife that's hurled head-long,
she comes slicing through my dream.
then on tethers of my hope;
I'm afraid I now must cling.

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1996-04-10 14:39:10
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:45
Poem ID: 44810

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