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10/27/2010

Crystallize this moment,
in the back of your eye.
Let settle sharpened glass
against the steel gray of your mind.
Your eyes won't speak a single bird
when away flies all those useless words.
lost faith yet?
feel pain yet?
I bet I can hear it best.
When all this time she stood a'broke,
still trembled on his absent hope.

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