Monday, May 07, 2007

I Want to See

My heart has no full grasp
Of any sort of finery or display
It has never been free of the grimey ropes and oil sodden waters of it's life spent
Only by exemption and rebirth will it ever feel the sweet airs of exsistance
Save me for infinity, and uproot my heart so I may clearly see beauty

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