Granted

May 13, 2006 21:01

Listen to the silence my body speaks.

breathe this fire, throw this stone.

burn this bridge, and your heart along with it.

aim for the center, your target is the empty touch we all too often give.

the smile with all teeth and no eyes.

take this home with you, walking yourself on the retractible leash,

at the collectives beckon call.

so selfish, and yet you treat yourself as the enemy. Sinking

sinking

thinking

peeking in on the little voice, the little hands(with their little tales)

give me your's.

empathy, apathy, alike in dignity

soul, where we lay our scene.
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