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By distant moon Date: 2009 Jan 27 Comment on this Work [[2009.01.27.00.39.4867]] |
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I salivate at the thought of you, close my eyes; hoping to open them and find you here dry my tears when you're no where to be found my hell is here on earth without you, dear. I contemplate the value of the soul, and will it buy my way into your heart? And will there be enough to pay off all the debts that I had right from the start? These puzzle pieces, snowflakes melting with my touch so warm, this snow-globe has been shaken and I am in this storm. I can see you through the glass my darling and I can see you're quite unsure, It's cold inside the glass, chaotic, but you leave me wanting more. I'd love to have you here with me, but I am afraid that urge might pass; and the only way in here, darling, is to break the fragile glass. ...I can't help but feel that this piece is broken, written hastily and unrefined, I'm afraid that this stream of conscious writing is more proof that I've lost my mind. And if at any point you feel distracted, or the urge to scream and punch the wall, go ahead my friend I'm patiently waiting for the other shoe to fall. I just needed closure on a small opening, the gap was only one or two tiny inches, but inches grew to miles uncharted, and now Pandora's in stitches. |