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206Poem> "Trusted Guardian"

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  • Samantha
    Jan 19, 2007
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      I am pregnant with the silence of my unsurity;
      a failed curousity gone wrong.
      When the realization of my mishap
      has pressed against my conscience long enough,
      I shall throw myself upon you
      as a dying presence
      left with the sting of my last breath.
      You are my only salvation,
      my only stronghold,
      my only perfect friend to piece myself to.
      I know you clearer than an unborn child
      growing inside its mother's womb
      but I'll soon abort when my stained intuition
      finds it easier to be alone.
      But this is when you are needed most.
      Never let me slip away...