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By Loneliness is condescending •

Elements of a broken heart Scattered around the room in simple photographs Playing lost and fading memories Watching wilted flowers fall to pieces Life flickers out in the softly raging winds Striping answers from our secret notes Locked deep beneath the floor boards of our hearts The safety catch is rusted shut Years passed without a touch Through your eyes the truth comes splitting out Water brutally clearing way for malice With the skin so smeared smoothly barren A gift passed between the two Page less book to guide me through the photographs of you In the silence my cry is lost Mid this crowded room its over looked And the wind will whisper by Why must this picture hold no truth

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March 27, 2006 15:18lost the lonely dead

I envision you standing out in the rain on the line: water brutally clearing way for malice, its a good piece and a sad one *thumbs up*