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5/24/2011 12:52:53 AM
Spade Sincuna Posts: 28
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simple poem really, so there's no title yet.
Drenched by the breath of summer heat, I’ve decided to dig for the bullets of words you lodged in my brain. It is true you are not special. You do not possess the hands that could sculpt a mountain. Or the voice that could forge the sound of autumn rain. The glare of your smile does not offer the same gentle pain, as the flares of the sun. And your eyes are not the diamonds locked inside a crippled chest, asleep between the toes of an ocean. No, you are not at all special. You are only the air that is free for anyone to breathe, the same air that I borrow for my petty needs. And yes, you are most definitely not special. For if you choose to disappear inside a vacuum, even for just a while... I and the lungs you gave life, will empty into a void. And nothing in my finite existence can ever call you home.
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