Can you read me like a book, My pages open Torn and frayed, Weathered and overused Falling gently as a feather. My heart is icy with contempt. Fragile strings bind you, The last of my sanity. Gusts of wind take you Page by page, As you flutter away
KissMe2408
Oct 3 2006, 03:34 PM
wow, this is beautiful.
just draws you in. . .
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