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21 February 2011 @ 08:20 pm
 
Not privy to your elliptical affections,

Left standing in a fading opal light,

You're dissecting my intentions,

I offer no resistance.



I'm shapeless, I'm human clay,

Would you have it ...any other way?

A congress in your wounded heart

conspires to tear mine apart.



Set yourself free, flee the scene,

A cautioning moonlit whisper,

But I'll remain and you'll unfold,

For you aren't your armour,

you aren't your armour.
 
 
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