Sweet syringe
Do sing to me
Lilting notes
Of pain
And love
Calling out
To tame me.
Gentle string
Wrapped tight
Around my
Pale finger
Let me free
To live on
As a lie.
Silent glass
Reflect my
Own soul
Clearly as
A spring's
Lost life
As the red
And blue
Do flow.
Silent tablet
Free me
Of this
Loveless
Piece of
Insignificance
To do the
Dance of
Sweet
Serenity.















Devious Comments
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WHERE IS MY SWORD? WHO TOOK MY... oh there it is.
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