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The harness eyes are broken.
by Joe KhanA single tear comforted by the smoke
from a cigarette trying desperately to give me a high.
Still nowhere to be found.
Cured by Love?
No, I search for you
In everything I see.
Oh, Lovely Prince of Peace,
why do you carry a sword?
My enemies push through my front door,
not needed, yet welcomed.
Glory has faded. 05/04/2006 Author's Note: My first poem.
Posted on 06/04/2010
Copyright © 2025 Joe Khan
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