Torpid

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    Torpid
    A pitter patter of baby fat upon varnished cherry oak - brimming with potential.

    A fledged faultless - razor edged flawless.

    Reverberating nothing but joy- reflecting nothing but love.

    Bursting with bubbles of childish wonder and innocent awe.

    I'm tripping, slipping, drifting away - no longer dreaming.

    My dreams are bleeding - a cheap imitation of a forged masterpiece.

    My faith is breaking - a zealous sliver of a jaded matter.

    My hope scabbing - a painful lesson of a hard experience.

    My live broken - a shattered remnant of a vibrant echo gone silent.

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    ccslim commented on Torpid

    03-22-2009

    The ending left me dangling or expecting more!!
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