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Friday, June 20, 2008

Speechless

Funny how broken hearts
roll off the tongue, stick to the page,
arrange themselves tragically before you.

Interesting how happiness is slippery,
how i wander through streets and cakes,
search the undersides of old boats-
All I want is to do it justice, but
all my words are Gone.
Posted by TessAdelle at 9:49 AM

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