Sep 27, 2005 23:14
Eyes of glass
I pierce you thin
A slow, spinning decent
Down the hole
A nightmare is told
Wicked Desires
Curious love crosses the line
A trembling body
Smooth,soft touch
Spinning out of control
Broken hearts unfold
Bleeding in regret
Alone in the dark
My only place of sadness
Time can never be rewound
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