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Wednesday, April 19, 2006

to be far apart.
brings about a tart.
it ruins my heart.
puncturing it swiftly with a dart.


so i say,
my dear look to the day.
where no more will you be at bay.
it's temporary; with me you shall stay.


simple lines,
to let out and define.
oh what a fate to find,
a fate that glimmers and shine.


my mirror shall be silent.
its heart shattering and violent.
there will be no siren,
leaving a dazzling mask of iron.