Friday, July 01, 2005

Tempid hearts fall quickly through
lava-veined heartthrobs.
Kiss me quickly.
Then let me die.
A reverse on sweet, sweet,
Snow White,
or surrendering
Sleeping Beauty.
Call me names,
so I might smile.
Kick me down,
so I can dance,
in a falling stare.
Treasures held.
Secrets kept.
Look away,
so I might not cry.
So I might not frown.
So I might not live,
without you.

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