today i lost my sight...
and was thrown into a chamber
not of concrete
not of brick
but of my tempest soul
and the ground was cold
and on the wall the ticking
was the only sound
and i felt the presence of someone else's heart
and so i didnt move...
i could feel the water falling... onto (through) my skin
and it falling off in sheets
made of silk or made of cotton...
rags from off your body
and i had nothing to warm this skin of mine
and my hair became ice...
breaking in my fingers...
shattering on the ground
and my eyes were swollen shut...
but i could not see anyway...
and so these swollen embers...
was nothing new to me
and it is where ill be
from tomorrow till yesterdays dusk
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Written December 10th, 2005
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this is one of my favorite ideas to embrace. you do a very good job of considering the world without boundaries.
(through) my skin
gorgeous.
where have you been. -
DIFFERENT COOL WIERD READ I LIKED IT
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