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Shine through me your dawn again,
My prisms are dying black.
Bind your love away from me, as
Sky and earth fold within.
Brave the razors of my cliffs
And stop the flowing water's fall.
Save me with your hopeful eyes.
Brand me to your hollow chest.
Hunted, now a trophy
Muted on your wall.
You bore of mocking me;
I fall through the keys.
I'm lost to my own dreams.
Truth is not in sight.
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'graze the razors of my cliff' nice line man! makes me think of razors grazing my naughty little....never mind.
Love this poem, very insightful in a rude kinda way.
I don't know what that sexy crazy Lolly is talking about...I'm the nicest, most sweetest person you'll ever meet! ;)
