Monday, February 27, 2012

The End of Winter

 
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Many pieces torn into shreds, year by year.
Fragile bits cracking gently but never mending.
To the core that binded never was.
We traveled at lightening speed and collided head first.
Shattering the rusty chains that should have been burned with the ashes scattered.
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