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vain in deed


How can you just let it go?
shatter a soul and let her rot
who never wanted it to be this way.
suffering and pain and bellows of love
a wickedness teeming in your eyes
vain delights on the brow of fate

a wondrous splatter of glowing colors
black grey and brown
murky shades of despair
the only source of light
a thin dark line
jagged and tried.
finally broken?

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BlueLotus said…
I won't say much ..
Listen to this

http://www.esnips.com/doc/ce736cb0-7fe7-4b6b-88eb-6d2cc166e296/Kaci-Brown---I-will-learn-to-love-again
March 11, 2008 at 4:28 PM
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