grace becomes some seeking rage
to fill their days with a complexion
not for the eyes but for the ears
to see that lightness is not only offered
that beyond the eye-catching limbs
and the scarcity that freezes them there
lies a vastness of vague interpretation
left for those willing to brave the cold
and stay for a while to lure mysteries
from beyond the sparkling demeanor
a restless rage burning behind the eyes
Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 8:09 PM UTC
grace becomes some seeking rage
to fill their days with a complexion
not for the eyes but for the ears
to see that lightness is not only offered
that beyond the eye-catching limbs
and the scarcity that freezes them there
lies a vastness of vague interpretation
left for those willing to brave the cold
and stay for a while to lure mysteries
from beyond the sparkling demeanor
a restless rage burning behind the eyes
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