From behind locked doors.
Can we disappear?
Friday, October 15, 2010
Broken Glass
We smiled at the sun, and disappeared underwater.
Your beauty elapsed and together we held, strong and fearless.
You breathed with me, and we treaded water for years.
Well I suppose,
It's better than walking on broken glass.
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