Contemplation

by Feels Like Ecstacy   Jan 9, 2008


Click. Glide. Snap.
Yes, it is still stained.
Never washed it once,
The memories have remained.

Push. Glide. Shut.
What is she to do?
She has second thoughts,
But hardly thinks it through.

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  • 16 years ago

    by silence kills

    Short but catchy - says everything is a few words something i have trouble doing lol, very nice :]

  • 16 years ago

    by Aureus Argentum

    I love it. :)

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