Crumbs
Baked. Burnt. Leftover.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Closure
Pierce me with a sword,
Roll it inside me.
Let it be.
Now, another one.
Just above the first one.
Pull it out, in again.
Pull them out.
Now,Take three of them,
Rip me apart,
Stab me brutally.
Thanks. Because for me, its closure.
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