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A quality in frost that bites a sun- drenched landscape brings movement about a body causing reaching hands to shake. Toward an object with peace inside a glass coffer. It's pith displaying A delicacy thats offered. With a tension to shatter what is tenuous to touch, illuminating one thousand more reasons for trembling hands to clutch. As memories errupt into flames Burning in a torrent of grace The fire carries away the glass coffer case Inhaling short gasps of air breath stolen by the flame crawling along the carpet the ash case sustains, a sensation of annihilation creeping into fate Of becoming self-aware In a glass coffer case "Prey for eyes" Soon the sun will shed and give way to the night Where frozen in position A new glass coffer will collapse and arise
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Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 1:57 AM UTC
Coffer
A quality in frost that bites a sun- drenched landscape brings movement about a body causing reaching hands to shake. Toward an object with peace inside a glass coffer. It's pith displaying A delicacy thats offered. With a tension to shatter what is tenuous to touch, illuminating one thousand more reasons for trembling hands to clutch. As memories errupt into flames Burning in a torrent of grace The fire carries away the glass coffer case Inhaling short gasps of air breath stolen by the flame crawling along the carpet the ash case sustains, a sensation of annihilation creeping into fate Of becoming self-aware In a glass coffer case "Prey for eyes" Soon the sun will shed and give way to the night Where frozen in position A new glass coffer will collapse and arise
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nick-hall
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 1:57 AM UTC
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