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My heart is on my sleeve and my soul is on paper. Please be kind to those around you, we are all glass.

The richness of sybolism

The richness of sybolism
Telling my story with no words

Sunday, January 10, 2010

So they say....
eyes like pools of water
so I say....
eyes like black holes, without escape.
Beautifully lacking sense, regret or boundary.
And so it is-
escape not desired, not allowed in this vacuum
where time and vows don't exist.
Regret will remain as the dust settles in the years to come
after the wind if inhibition brought you staring from above
and left me
with no choice.

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