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by Andrew Packard Jan 20, 2013 category : Love, romance / desired love
I got an itch so deep Feels like a weevil drilling into my skin Never before did it seep into my soul like Sin I'm being pelted somehow by pins and needles Seem helpless now In Fettered Shackles Eyes nailed shut Can't move inside my mortal limbs Writhing inside my gut Paralyzed from Within Can't reach it Where it should be Scratched Just won't quit Feelings coming unattached Rushing Wind Awake inside The Mighty Oak Breathe it in Myriad of Life's little jokeAuthor notes 10:15 pm Monday October 15th 2012