twisted torn,
a battalion of thoughts March through my head.
flights of robins resound,
broken cells Tumble down.
pain burning inside out,
water streams Dissolves off.
believe in those few good men,
a reality the mind Tried to bend.
leave bread Crumbs of affection,
skip rocks of despair across the Crystalline lake.
fabricate My world.
piece Together me.
admire Your handiwork.
if you could,
would you start anew?
if you could,
would you leave without a glance back?
could I?














Comments
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I am beautifully broken...tragically twisted..and sinfully shattered....I am me.
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Dream me up sweet illusionist....
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In remembrance... as a reminder.
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Dream me up sweet illusionist....
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~Here I stand, protecting what I love, with all I possess.~
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Dream me up sweet illusionist....
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