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What are you waiting for?
One day the leaves shall fall upon our eloquence
and they shall fracture every bone our souls contain.
~The beauty melts away~
I guess we can’t retract the cracks that cover our canvas.
The paint itself has dried. Stillborn are the facts, like burnt out artifacts.
Is there a light somewhere?
Despair…the air’s so stifling. Silhouette-so velvet like:
...the night slowly seeps inside...
Our minds, one spiral with no end: the moon consumes itself
while I convert to ash and dirt...and where the fuck are you?
-I’ve lost you yet again-
The wind has whispered into me and as I scatter I disperse my final verse:
this earth...
this universe...
was never meant for you and I
…Our birth has yet to be.
12/22/09
