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Carve Your Heart
by Maria Terezia FerenczThe patina of insecerity lies thick upon the wood
of the heart you claim
you've carved for me
Perhaps it's best you should
Trying sanding it
grind it down
to a deeper shine
before you try to give
to me something
that is not mine 03/23/2005 Posted on 03/23/2005
Copyright © 2024 Maria Terezia Ferencz
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| Posted by Max Bouillet on 03/23/05 at 08:48 PM Secondhand gifts from uncertain souls... no matter how many layers are ground to dust, the pain of knowing that the inspiration was from another... teardrops warp the wood. |
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