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by silentangelsdie Jan 22, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
They grow Bigger, Longer, Darker Day by Day, Night by Night To rip them out is torture To let them grow is Unseen, Unspoken, Unheard! Who is the victim in this act Them or you, you or them! So effortlessly they grow And do not set out to become our foes They are born to protect us At our most vulnerable place! We go out of our way to remove them We endure the pain, ignore the agony And live to see the results! Yet every time they grow back With more speed, agility and perseverance than before And our quest for beauty is ruined!