narrow eyes and sullen words
i am all that's left of grace
a broken rope, a flooded path
forgotten love awakens wrath
when the sand buries my face
holding hostage ugly dolls
gold inscription on the walls
the music sets the pace
thunderstorms, bottles of wine
clay water mixed with iodine
alone i've found my place
(9/1/2008)
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