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Hidden Under Perfection
Never been here before, inside this hearth
The ashes I consume will burn my lungs
Douse the flame, have my heart, for you have won
Skin burning red, marred red giant at birth
Every piece of sand
Out of line and form
Distorts the grandeur
Of the shape of glass
Elliptical views feed upon my mind
Torment my brain, as the pendulum swings
I’ve waited this long to hear the bell ring
So why the muffled sound? It seems to grind
Last edited by conniption; 01-11-2006 at 09:26 PM.
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