Sunday, March 14, 2010

A Heart Of Stone. A Wretchedly Frozen Stone. Comments

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Your holding my heart in your cold and questioning hands.
I watch as you rip it apart and tear at it.
The blood gushes out. The empty hole in my chest is aching. Theres no heart for it to hold.
You throw my bloody guts to the ground, the snow chills the open veins.
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Gabriella Mantone
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