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fading away

Once so bright, and elegant to touch, time has stolen its grace. Awoken in the shadow of yester tears unable to reveal its face.. It travels this dead end road madly wanting to get out. Away from you and your ugly ways, left too scared to shout.. A beauty that once was, destroyed by your lies.. But don't you dare forget nothing lives until it dies.. Upon its deaden grace, I thank it for believing... for it passes on to me the magic of "seeing"


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Taken on March 14, 2011