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By redplasticroses Date: 2008 Mar 02 Comment on this Work [[2008.03.02.20.43.18976]] |
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over wine she studied him spoken words so unnecessary now like a torn piece of ancient manuscript his eyes reveal only an occasional glimpse of his past with no invitation to his present or his future his past, embedded rope and wood in rough gypsum the man who looks for life in all things hides his soul for fear of being hurt destroyed he finds it best to keep it inaccessible buried beneath layers of life time erodes reveals glimpses of his soul objects reminiscent of ancient artifacts evocative and mysterious a heart once vibrant and alive now wounded broken hidden and guarded inaccessible knowing only she who truly knows how to love unconditionally will seek it his eyes tell her she holds the key but he will never let her use it |