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This is the way you wish the world could feel.
If you ever talk to me
you better have the purest of intentions
and the most shining golden heart.
Else you'll melt under the pressure,
like a glorified wax model i've crafted
from a wretched unweilding block.
Yes i see you glimmer and shine, for now.
But remember you're a work of wax.
You can bend a little
but soon after there's no return
you will break.
Yes, you'll need my help.
So get down on those fragile knees
and promise you'll do me proud.
I'll scrape you from the floor
and set you back as one.
Back to the way i made you.
The way i'll always allow you to be.
The way you are glorious.
This is the way you wish the world could feel.
Last edited by bowl of oranges; 10-29-2005 at 06:14 PM.
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