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Wednesday, February 2, 2005


A place for the soul to softly speak


He was my Geraden and broke through the glass.

Beside him I grew stronger, in his eyes I could see my own reflection.

The sand ran out before we could finish, leaving an empty frame.

Someday the horns will sound again but for now I'm lost in the mirrors.




Oh for goodness sake, my mind needs to make up its ... mind on how it's going to have it *bangs it against the wall* ... Please ignore me now.

The poem up there was partly inspired by a book, that's all I'll say because for some odd reason I don't want the rest of the world to get it. I mean, part of it you will get but the other part is mine *clings possessively* *coughs and sneaks away*

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