Saturday, 24 August 2013


I let what I dreamt
of you hardened
into fragile crystals
lovely made
but I knew
how wildly they would
shatter and
become sharp razors
shredding me
as they plunge
into the core
(it did)
stitches and scars
are not what I
intended to
exist here
(the one and only)

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