Obsidian Heart
How I loathe this obsidian heart
For it's fragile, within it's own design
And by selfish hands, it's torn apart
Simply to reveal what lies inside
After greedy satisfaction is met
The remains are tossed aside
To be sealed over once again
For the next greedy fingers to find
by
shyhallowposted on 12/27/2007
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