August 4, 2005

A minor destruction.
a-minor destruction, sing it along with everything else.
she lost the stars, and her pockets were empty with holes on the inside.
meandering meaninglessly, mindlessly, morbidly.
memories sticky with forgetfullnes fall fragilly to the floor.

please shatter these glass shards into my eyes, she asked.
polarised and promising, insightful visions for a visual learner.

the sunglasses never really fit her face.

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