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10-02-2013, 08:29 PM
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In a zealous silence I sit Mirror reflecting only shattered images of memories long since forgotten Now free from the desire that consumed me whole I glance out the window-glass and try to focus on an emotional new dawn. __________________________________________________ __________ Standing at the edge of reason, the edge of sanity filling my mind Passion raging to the point of total consumption A dark kiss upon silken skin An end to the soul's weeping for release Reopen my eyes, and see as though it were for the first time Pain no longer residing in the valley between my breasts As I step into a dark red sea for the last time __________________________________________________ ___ Thousands of shards Millions of pieces This is my heart Shattered but not Broken _________________________________________ Moaning... Pleading... Crying... Begging... Seduction in Slience
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