Antiquetys Child
By silver
The dual blade, Slices the worlds wrist, Pulling you into, And above, The sphere of life. Not mutilation, Just a form of art, Self expression, Written in glazed eyes. Forever forgot to put, Her trademark sign on this one. A saddly mortal life, That drank from the chalice, But forgot to swallow. Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 17 2002 03:35 PM PST 0 • 10
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