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happiness is a fresh razor,
steering its way into porcelian flesh,
jagged skin upturning to heaven.
commeratiing my familiar sin.
the first drops for you
it lands on pale sheets.
desperation for release
screaming anothers name
insanity is setting in
no one is watching
once agian
im alone..
July 22 2005, 13:38:54 UTC 6 years ago
I like the poem.
Smile sweethear. Now you are worring me.tttyl love lots,. Liz