Breaking The Ice

March 10, 2010
imagine the cracks of posture, with
perfect vision you can see. broken glass shatters with such suspence, can people just leave me be. with a twist in formation my identity has changed. it's too much to proclaim, the thougts that float are rearranged. the rays shine in and the outside melts, things become more clear. sights of perfection in distance, i become more sincere.





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