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by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist
Walter, I love your poem and how you linked yourself into a water that is also see-through.. This is my favorite stanza But you will never know By looking at my skin Although you see no bruises That hide so deep within "Sometimes, what we see ,is not really what we get..." maybe because we are so hustler to hide our past or pain... Keep writing, Gel