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These hands......

damaged and hindered by my fingers tears.

They use to create my love......

now only words of the past can brag.





I feel so bound.....

I can even hear my palms scream.










I am bleeding out ........my art is hollow.



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On Monday June 30th, 2008, Please Press Reset (208) writes:
my art is hollow-- i love this line. i like this a lot :D


On Friday May 9th, 2008, urbanhumility (1398) writes:
these words are spoken........with such despair....well done


On Friday May 9th, 2008, Choronzon (226) writes:
I can even hear my palms scream - I love that line.



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