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Swallowing Stones Given, it's taken, swallowing stones. Bittersweet feelings covering lips, pursed and bitten to keep them inside. Intertwining, integral content when fabricating an armored heart; with late night torrential downpours to not be dammed by heaven or hell. Gathered debris of the world breaks loose and falls, contradicting a hard start, like feathers on the lake of the soul. Author's Note: Finis! Dats all I've got to say about dat =) |