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Chris G. Vaillancourt - Pieces Of Glass

2014-11-10 0 Dailymotion

Pieces of glass, cutting.. <br /> bloodied hands, holding. <br /> <br />Wrap me up in paper. <br /> <br />Hold me close until I die. <br /> <br />Evaporating symbols. <br /> <br />What does one believe? <br />What does one dream? <br /> <br />Dream of silence, the mystic claims. <br />Dream of death, the half empty glass proclaims. <br /> <br />Pieces of smoke, floating like <br />traffic lights. <br /> <br />Blinking on and off; <br /> red, yellow, and green. <br /> <br />Stop the moonlight from coming <br /> into the room. <br /> <br />What does one hold onto? <br />What does one believe? <br /> <br />Nothing. <br /> <br />There is nothing to light the <br />charcoal for. Burn the papers <br />of attachment. <br /> <br />They turn yellow and grey, grey and yellow. <br /> <br />Words someone wants to hear. <br /> <br />And the shift key believes it <br /> can change the ships sinking <br /> in the hateful sea <br /> of malice. <br /> <br />Practice lying. <br /> <br />It becomes real if you can get one other person <br /> to accept the story. <br /> <br /> <br />Pieces of glass, cutting.. <br /> bloodied hands, holding.<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pieces-of-glass/

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