Like a dried up snake she’ll shed her skin
Don’t much like the one she’s in
Her chance
To be born again
She’ll trade-in her battered heart
Pump fresh blood and jumpstart
Her run-down body
To fully charged
Into the graveyard of broken hearts
She’ll bury her shattered parts
Toss on the garbage
Hurts and scars
Purged of her past sharp and smart
On cylinders firing
She will emerge
A fresh new start
2006
18 November 2009
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