7 October, 2010 at 23:17 (Uncategorized)

I have never seen a diamond
I would never want to
they sparkle, or so I hear
like a child’s drawing
bespoilt with silver.
I much prefer your smile,
it glitters
much as glass does,
or cracks across ice.
Like some frosty jack
skating across my window,
your smile glitters.
In a sparkle where
are the cracks of life
and the subjects that must
remain untouched
where are those carefully
coiling disasters
that taste so much sweeter
than an emptily worded


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