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Crushed Illusions Crushed illusions lay at my feet, like shattered glass. Shiny shards glisten, and beckon me to the past. The sharp corner of hope dulls As it�s held against the heavy grindstone of reality. What is real anymore, what is sane? Everything I see involves heartache and pain. As I look through the mosaic, moonlight sifting through I see my broken heart crushed, blending with the pieces of you. The sad thing is, You were an illusion too. ~Jez~ 2002 |
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| he smokes his cigarette, he stays outside 'til it's gone if anybody ever had a heart, he wouldn't be alone he knows, she's been here too few years, to be gone and we always say, it would be good to go away, someday but if there's nothing there to make things change if it's the same for you I'll just hang ~MB20~ |
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