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Word'sworth II
Contributed by
xnoybis
on
Saturday, 10th December 2005 @ 03:18:47 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Clean white dress
Pressed to impressed
Pressed more still
Until it confessed
Funny faces make
Quite the funny trace
Until the white snow
Reveals its cold face
Contorted compromise
As empty as your eyes
All these ears are empty
To these tailored cries
You can catch attention
By refusing the veiw
And not settling short of
Your unpaid dues
You can pay me
at any time
My apologies
They ain't worth a dime
Value is an empty concept
A value easily lost
I still gobble up your words
Despite your decor frost
Because you know me
I take in everything I see
And it doesn't matter much, now
If you want it to be
We never much saw
Eye to eye now, did we?
An explination here
Is worth a deep sea
In your shallow eyes.
A question I never need answered
Maybe you could answer me, once
If anything besides yourself
Ever registered importance.
Copyright ©
xnoybis
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2005-12-10 03:18:47] (Date/Time posted on
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