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It fell in my flute, and overflows and damped my chest
It burned my wound, and echo on its fall, ripping the sculptured
Of elation off the frame of my mind.
My heart warmed in between my cushioned emotions
Listening to clattering of mishaps, and staring in my scarlet eyes
And silvery doom.
My guilt is plaguing my frail sobbing mind, and
Chirping with nights annoyance, while sopping my life to its
Quicksand, to abort my griped out of its uneven terrain.
© By Stephen On 4/22/2011 12:07:05 AM
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