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We cry, broken and shattered like the glass rose on the ground, bleeding crimson drops of guilt. How can you say you're sorry when you don't even know who you are? Words that slice into our open soul haven't a need for your empty sheath. Your words are too small for it and just tumble back out like a babbling brook. We are washed away from your sight, a heavy corpse slung over a bridge without care. And every petal that wilts under your gaze, that turns frigid with your icy stare, every petal cries like us and weeps its ruby tears.

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Set upon a sunrise until the wind blows in angry squalls, my heart lies open and bare, stripped naked to the chilled ice of your glare. I want to drink you like lemonade, sour and bitter but perfect on a hot summer's day even though I know you won't quench any sort of thirst. You'll make my mouth pucker and tingle in delicious irritation but leave it dry and wanting. Why is it that I long for such cruelty, such vast deserts in your eyes? I want you to cry for me.

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Let alone for too long one wonders...and one wanders. Thoughts flow through an emptiness of space dashing back and forth like ramped wolves. Howling at the moon, crying for creativity. Winter winds howl too, echoing in haunting passions. Let alone these bitter thoughts, let free your mind! Night after night, moon falls and miniaturizes. Careful let it not get too small. Should the fur fall from the ferns in matted messes then wolves will lack the necessary warmth to weather winter. Don't poison them with toxic cautions and the noxious fumes of worry. Don't let them starve on your foolish notions and your anorexic reality. Let them feast instead on the fleshy insides of your imagination and glutton themselves in the everlasting sky that is your mind. Let them run wild through the forests of your thoughts and the dreams that keep you grounded. Let the wolves that are your ideas prowl through your head with freedom. Don't let them become caged by industrialized organization. Run.




So I was totally bored the other day when I wrote these and I spent maybe five mintues total. Haven't a clue what they're about or if they even make sense but...yeah.