Look upon it's surface and tell me, do you really not see its faded shade of grey?
Each dot almost protrudes grotesquely from its body, I can feel it piercing me from a mile away.
What is it? Why is it like this?
Impart material and polish it till it shines. Make it glow. Make is practically sing.
I'm sure no one would notice until your voice was coarse again.
27 December 2011
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