Deadened to the heartbreaking
As you turn the memory of antiquity over in your hand
Brashly selling irreplaceable charms to cure your selfish needs
Crystalline powders and cold sharp edges
More soothing than their love

Adamantly seeking another
Pillaging the remains of your own ancestors
Pleasures you buy -- more meaningful than the trust that was given
Again you look into their eyes
And you lie

Property of Joy Elaine -- August 28, 2001


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