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By Courtney Date: 2001 Dec 19 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.19.19.33.30124]] |
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An accident Is not learning her scent Or tracing shapes underneath her eyes With your manipulation It isn't guiding her hands To places I own Or laughter in the dark While the moon casts pain Onto my wandering mind An accident Isn't sharing seconds Minutes Hours Entitled to my smile And dropped with a promise Into my palm That I felt slip Between my fingers So quickly And shatter like glass Beneath my feet |