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By sweetness Date: 2002 Mar 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.27.21.04.14026]] |
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Cold certainty something has broken your eyes look past me your words fall on me drumming like a pulse against my spine I know you were out I sense what has kept you from me you falter, into silence not willing to tell me a lie. Forward I must move into your arms, into my space but the safety is erased by the unfamiliar scent of a woman and the echo of our shattered love rings out into the night. |