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Date: 2/22/2005 5:15:32 AM ( 19 y ) ... viewed 1464 times see her lying in the grass
facing towards a sea of green
Just a bit of broken glass
(where once a bottle used to be)
Snuggled tight, against the dirt
Leaving but a memory..
yet, within the fading light
a single shard is left to see.
Now a faded, weathered form
barely peaks beneath the grass..
(beaten down); but touch and see...
just how sharp her wounds can be.
Better leave her lying there.
(cause everybody knows)
from scattered bits of broken glass
a garden never grows.
....................................
after my attacks 1993
Ami joi Benton
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