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distilled pictures, creating softer interpretations, while she waits for more, with empty eyes, conquered by loneliness destroying smiles, shining armor rusted from neglect, selling souls for attention, a pixeled heart destroys itself, through the art of walking away, she plays with bottles and dolls, a painted sky unrecognized, goes drowning in reflections, whats the point of doors if they are always open, and conversations ending on pillows, disregarding worth, a mortal tries to bleed, waiting for the next best thing to bring smiles and complication, they tire of suns shining for them everyday, and cry when it rains, secret, cover-girl, if i paint myself they wont see? if i smile they wont see? if i let them they wont see? mirrors cannot reflect who i am. Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 03:54 AM PST, midnite_raver 0 • 10
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