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At your slightest touch,
I crumble.

Into this hollow shell;
dry inside

Empty of tears which once flowed:
drowning those around,
leaving this island
alone and dead
©2006-2008 ~helgaslove
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Consumed by the past,worried for the future...
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~HerrheRR:iconHerrheRR: Jul 16, 2006, 12:22:47 PM
beautifully painful.

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when will children learn to let their wildernesses burn?
and love will be new, never cold and vacant.