Love

Lacerations and silent questions
Obliterate the feeling of comfort
Vulnerabilities revisited and violated
Emptiness adjudicated

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2 Comments

  1. ~*FER*~ says:
    November 10, 2005 at 6:30 am

    This I like, very good! Very true. Lover rips, strips, exposes.

  2. Silver Alexis says:
    November 18, 2005 at 4:27 pm

    *Sighs*

    What can I say? Moments like this… I wish I still had those old rose colored glasses… just to hold them in my hand… an remember when things didnt hurt quite so much.

    Short, profound, brutal.

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