February 17, 2009
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Silent shyness of young men, cannot
Echo beyond the whistling bottles.
Repetitive cycle of incomplete grand-ification, adds no intellegence
To your mask of controlling spontaneity of the violent
To be serene is only society's cement that binds you.
Shattering, like tears,
is an option that
gets no respect.
But sacrificing the inner beating of a heart
Leaves the deprivation
Of a empty frame, easy to see through,
And the delicateness of a flowerless vase.
Perfectly breakable.

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