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Sunday, April 1, 2007
But this face is aloof, emotionless Just a pair of eyes, which tell nothing...
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'I concealed my eyes, to feel for the blind…
The tears I Had (God) for you even have passed out!
Your Gracious thought has given me a world I only love…
I lay guilty my lord!
Innocence and my blunt honesty is hard to differentiate In what makes me a cold person in the world's eye...
So I lay blind,
I attain blindness,
Blind as a weaver's craft,
My eyes sown to my skin and no longer will they tell a story.
...Till the end I shall remain a weaver’s craft…'
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My eyes sown to my skin and no longer will they tell a story.
...Till the end I shall remain a weaver’s craft…'
and even if thou shalt have thy eyes sown, and thou shalt have thy lips stitched, thy actions and thy soul shall speaketh, of everything, that stirs inside, and might alight a path forgotten by many :)
its true =)
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