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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Tasteless
USELESS PROMISES AND STINGING WORDS OF FIRE AND HATE AND COLD AND ICE CLOUD MY MIND, NUMB MY HEART IS NOW BREAKING INTO A MILLION SHARDS OF A ROSE TINTED MIRROR OF UNTRUTHS AND PROMISES THAT CAME FROM THE DEVIL�S MOUTH TOUCHING MINE WITH FORKED TONGUE THAT SPEAKS OF HEAVEN AND LOVE IS SO BITTER AND STALE ON THESE LIPS THEY KNOW NO POISON NOR PASSION WHICH IS ONLY IN MY SOUL ACHES IN MY BONES FROM THE PRESSURE OF KNOWING A LOVE THAT HAS LOST ALL TASTE... raw || truth |