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OTS. I'm not sure if this sends mixed signals or a signal at all. c4c thanks


Poured into my empty arms
sloshing and oozing about
until concrete you had become
settling flawlessly in place,
exposing evidence to legend
that you were once in fact
the heart of the rarest quarry
of beloved brownish muck
dug out with golden shovels
from the wild lands of heaven,
and unintentionally dropped
free falling for light years
engulfing all in your course
creating a solar system of stars
spaced out across your face,
forming equilateral triangles
each a natural certificate
of perfection, and authenticity.
Holding more then asked for, I ask;
how to hide Gods own prized gem
from his piercing drenched eyes
as he methodically searches through
every insignificant colored sky.
Last edited by mindtrek at Jan 2, 2009,