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By Marshall Hann Submitted by blessed23 Date: 2007 Sep 10 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.10.21.22.21622]] |
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Maybe my heart is not as fragile as I believe, maybe the world isn't as grey as it seems and maybe your skin is not as coarse as it feels Like the two immaculate fingers an inch apart in the painting on my wall I am alone and I cannot help but blame myself I walk beneath these snowflakes that fall with octobers consent but I can not find elgance in their descent as I once did (or maybe it's just that I see too much, maybe they strangle themselves with their perfect beauty) Maybe your heart is spinning like the earth logical yet lonely (like me) I am nothing more than a breathing apology my eyes are sorry for every second I live... It hurts to believe (Oh, how it hurts to breathe) |