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By it dosent matter Date: 2007 Jul 12 Comment on this Work [[2007.07.12.05.01.17165]] |
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contradictions up and hold such sway a broken pane of crafted glass still so very beautiful its broken edges sharp even should they extract blood the pain exquisite adding to its mystique refraction of light so like diamonds over every shard yet... would i gather each and every finer than razors and all will slice would i gather these to line my bed in nights sweet mists... naked would i lie letting each and every slice its way deep past my veins allow of each to seek my heart shattered glass that play so with nerves welcoming the pain in one final attempt to make it all whole once... and all the while pon my lips a single name... |