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Nov. 27th, 2008 11:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
searingedrockWhat can one say? What words are left?
The cold has eaten them all away.
And sticks and stones make absent-minded scars on
fingers and feet. Grey and blue sky, grey and blue skin.
Let the Wind whip your tears back into your eyes
and cause your skull to ache and your shoulders to
convulse.
Stare through the windows of the bus
it is only your pools of darkness you see.
The cold has eaten them all away.
And sticks and stones make absent-minded scars on
fingers and feet. Grey and blue sky, grey and blue skin.
Let the Wind whip your tears back into your eyes
and cause your skull to ache and your shoulders to
convulse.
Stare through the windows of the bus
it is only your pools of darkness you see.
