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Tuesday, July 31, 2007


Kishlove



Surfaces of us


the strings on this guitar but
they are breaking though its new
not once has it been strummed
needing restoration
not once has it been played at all
no compassion, devestation
then a beautiful melody fills
the wind and everything else
the broken strings now harmonize
frozen hearts melt
and see what love is and
the true friendship melody
whats common and the differences
are only on the surfaces of us



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