Tainted love
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Glass
pieces of glass
lying on the floor.
A mirror
once ment to reflect
beauty
now broken.
Fragments…
Never ment to hurt,
Now littered with
Drops of blood.
Roses,...
Symbols of idyllicism
Astonishing, but yet
Ironical as the torns
Wound the hand
Which hold them.
Silence...
Crumbled with
A scream,
The slightest touch
One glance...
With beauty,
Never seen before.
But when it lasts
Silent
Horror and death
might always be near.
Glass
pieces of glass
lying on the floor.
A mirror
once ment to reflect
beauty
now broken.
Fragments…
Never ment to hurt,
Now littered with
Drops of blood.
Roses,...
Symbols of idyllicism
Astonishing, but yet
Ironical as the torns
Wound the hand
Which hold them.
Silence...
Crumbled with
A scream,
The slightest touch
One glance...
With beauty,
Never seen before.
But when it lasts
Silent
Horror and death
might always be near.
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| Auteur: IfAllElseFails | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Suus | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 december 2004 | ||
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