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| Untitled 1 I hope you can find some enjoyment out of it, or that it might mean something to you. | | by: | |
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| Item Genre(s): Emotional
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Created: 1:21am on 11-05-2009
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Untitled One
Her rhythm,
Is the clockwork of her mind.
As she replays her life's story,
In an attempt to make sense of it all.
In a battle to discover herself.
Her love,
Is that of a guitar
Ripped from her fingers.
Tearing the strings from their home,
And smashing the wooden sound,
To pieces on the floor.
Her tears,
Are those of extreme anguish,
And poverty of love.
They are as nonexsistant as a waterfall,
And as real as the memories that defeat her
Her ghost,
Is only that of her past,
Present,
And future.
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