The Broken Jar, by Josh..... Subscribe to rss feed for Josh..... 

Chips of pottery ornate and glowing
A tangled mess takes hold the day
My pen burns true and through
Alas no ends to mend
Stolen away as broken clay
No fix can last the sway
Not by day nor cover of night
All consumed by lustful pain
Posted: 2007-08-10 06:31:00 UTC
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2007-08-20 00:08:04Caitlin_Californication
short sweet and meaningful. vundabah!