Greenhand
Peasant
Truth Seer
Fear me, for I am...
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Post by Greenhand on Sept 10, 2004 0:02:17 GMT -4
I have a heart A heart of glass It's been broken before. Look, hairline cracks remain from when I last Managed to pick up all the pieces And put them all in their places. It won't be able to survive another shatter; The pieces will break too small for me to see. But I will give you this glass heart of mine Because I trust you... And know that your heart is every bit as fragile as mine.
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Post by Nymiane on Sept 15, 2004 10:39:57 GMT -4
Love it, girl. I can really relate to this Poem, old, but great.
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Greenhand
Peasant
Truth Seer
Fear me, for I am...
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Post by Greenhand on Sept 16, 2004 21:56:05 GMT -4
Yeah. ^^;; Old usually means not as good, but I suppose it isn't too horrible.
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