Frays of hope.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Tell me how it hits you. As the reader the summary is yours to Decide.

Submitted: April 01, 2011

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Its a terrible thing,

The blade kiss sting,

And beauty that blinds,

In the eyes of the man inside me.

Born a woman,

But a warrior soul, 

I have no holes,

I didnt let erode at will,

I honestly spread the bleach,

That faded because I could not let you go.

Licking the chains,

In the cold wind,

Unblown,

The tongue savors the submissive chill of your Numbingly intoxocating glare.

The chains that bind were intentionaly put there,

To keep your cold from freeing,

I put myself in a box,

To hold your glance to my body filled with maggots of hope.

I stair from the glass,

At the hole in your head.

Evil cannot love,

And in Envy your mouth blead Death.


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