Compass, by bedazzled |
Which lines do you require to link your words upon? Curved or straight? To bend or break? Glass cannot shadow prison bars over your face. What more do you need to tiptoe and place magnets in my hands? Arrows or darts? Your mind or your heart? No compass can whisper, silenced in my place. |
Posted: 2007-07-25 06:30:26 UTC |
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