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Cracked Oyster by Ray Printer Friendly

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Across the coarse sands, under the burning sky, thatís where they run: the uncaring, the unfeeling, the ones who know that tomorrow never comes. Step with me into this darkness that is not quite real and not quite unreal.

Could we fall together, in a different life, until rock-bottom was nothing more than a goal, an aspiration? Holly-covered and spirit-broken, I tire of watching the dancers trip and fall.

What would you have me do?

What would you have me do to you?

There is a way to wake up the morning that can stunt the growth of a day, and it has nothing to do with flesh, but rather attitude and determination. Will you watch me through frosted glass and pretend that I donít see?

I fall to the grate of scattered morals, and I peer through to see what I have lost. If you could pass me the tool to get it back, would you?

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Warm everything while shivering alone. Peering into bottomless eyes, unable to sort the lies, but knowing they are there. My spine jerks and I hear a strange noise, either stars falling or souls breaking or destiny fulfilled.


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