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Submitted:Jul 7, 2011    Reads: 17    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Although my glass, it is still aching.

Broken hands and bodies hated.

I will not be his for taking.

Opened up and fleshy faded..

Sockets burst, too low for seeing.

Skies undraping from the ceiling.

"I will not." I kept repeating.

Sink into a numbing feeling..

She was gone because I said so.

Not because you were unblinded.

She was bleeding out the window.

She still is, but you won't find it..

Kiss my empty eyes so lonely.

Stitch a smile to their faces.

Break and bending, kick and hold me.

Met the people in their places..

Cry into my lover's host.

Skin so hidden from the light.

Killing things I love the most.

Don't lie to me, it's not alright.


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