Anthropomorphism
The eyes, once a murderer in themselves, have imploded.
There's not a single smile I can conjure to kill these butterflies
But oh, you should have seen it.
And oh, you should have been there.
Inject an connective, the rock is slipping slowly into the sea
I used to touch the sky with you,
But the longswords cut us all.
Your eyes, so dead. So dead.
And everything I saw in you is eradicated in a single glance
Care has evaporated.
Fear reigns supreme.
The End
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Anthropomorphism, which
was posted on Feb 10, 2011 by
Misfit.
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