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Jul 12, 2008 19:16


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How was I to know
The sutures would dissolve
And the inferno that stole the whites from my eyes
Would leave me longing for the burn again.

How could I have known
That all along I wasn’t beautiful
And that the star I once was
Had fallen so long ago.

One by one
The paint peels and glass shatters
The ground rots beneath my feet
And I am left to wonder

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amarook July 12 2008, 23:49:17 UTC
Very dark, but I likey!

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