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| tears flow through the fabric of forever
and i wonder how the tender leaves of spring upturned by night wind�s fingers turn and twist, so free of pain they shine the darkness while my cheeks are frozen with un-touch, heart subdued to merest sustenance, air starved and drowning in itself, for i am of the lesser leaved, brittle and unable to just give myself to the wind, instead i spill thin red through weary veins opened by each blade edged sound that slices nerve, dashes hope against white walls like swollen buds, over-ripe and rotting deep inside, waiting for a tyrant frost to strike one last scar before it dies at the feet of life *leaves tumble wild in the street like seconds falling from the hands of time* |