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Brown Leather Youth
What do you say about my poem?
Every step trips me deeper into darkness
My youth, slipping, dripping away
Like sand in an hour glass
Each grain a day, a tear, itching my soul
The blue in my eyes, gone gray
Dusty rage, they no longer shine
My heart bleeds on an alter of sin
I let the bad seed in, and it reigns
It grows, It swallows me whole,
It spits me out
I think of better times,
Intoxicated air, school-girl crushes,
My grandmothers brown leather coat,
Cinnamon cloves, with their thick smoke,
Leaving my lips sweet
I squeeze my own beating heart on it's alter
I pump, I pleed, I plunge my fingers into its pulsing flesh,
I cry
I listen to it's gentle murmur
As it silently whispers it's regret
*I made a change 
I pump, I pleed, I plunge my fingers into its pulsing flesh,
I cry
Listening to it's gentle murmur
As it silently whispers my regret
very intuititive opinion lady and julie..I'm not only battling addiction in my own life, but with my family and friends.
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