Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Slicing crystals with our fingers tips
they slip
the slice deepening with smiles
that seem worthless
and remain undeserved

Let's just jump to the stars
the scars
and let it go like liquid in hands
with no hope but sinking
quenching earth's thirst

See it clearly now?
IMprinting on your head
your molten fingers
warming my ice
I'm not good for you
but the heat is unending
let's stop and laugh
this too shall pass

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