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Monday, January 16, 2006

Oh yeah, more poetry.

Part 1

Your eyes,
bright shining as the sun,
imitate a silenced gun.

The burning
of the fire there
has sneaked upon me unaware.

The shot rings out
though no one hears it.
My body falls
though I'm still standing.

Part 2

No death
for mourning.
No injury
for healing.
No fright
for fearing.
No cry
or hearing.

Part 3

Your smile,
Your laugh,
Your hair,
Your shine...

My walls break down;
I'm left without
a fortress to keep the feelings out.

I don't know what, where, why or when;
I only see what's left within.

You take what's left in warm embrace
and tell me of a better place.
Posted by: Stewart / 2:19 AM
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