7.10.08
I've seen enough, but I haven't seen it all...
I lived with a broken man. He wasn't a crackedpolystyrine man, but he crumbled and burnt. I'm now the real thing. I tasted the real thing. And my love wasn't [and never been] fake. I've cried lonely and bitter tears of joy. I understand now. You left, I stayed. But then again, I'm Penélope, and I wait...
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WAIT
THE AWAIT
WAIT
THE TIME
WAIT TILL THE BROKEN
TEARS BECOME
IN TO DEEPEST FEARS
AND THEN
KEEP WAIT
THE ONLY WAY
TO TEMPLE
YE IRON
OF OUR SHIELD
AND AFTER
YOU FINISHED
YOU WILL AWARE
THAT EVEN
THIS IS NO MATTER
AT ALL
AWAIT BECOME TIME
TEARS BECOME FEARS
THIS IS NOT
THE WAY
BUT THE PATH
OF THE TEMPLE
OF YOUR
HURTED HEART
CF.
It don't matter what the universe or I might think...You are the real thing.
WELL, BETTER TO SAY:
SHE IS THE WILD THING
CFDIXIT
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