It Is My Head That's Halved Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

It Is My Head That's Halved



Rebirthed different path they would walk
just to hear me think like a gun
I think it is a long wait
for you.
Angels faced cords many sought answeres
cought the wind and words
is it new.
Frail limbs weak knees creaking joints that
grew in directions different.
Teach my skin to recognize the breath when
spilled my heart is stilled two dropps
if mixed it's salt
is you.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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