100 wordsIn a hundred words the vault was opened But only shifted ajar beauty of expression touched a cynic And pierced the impenetrable frost In a single wave emotion flooded And like salt Changed the chemistry of what lay beneath A massive tome buried deep beneath parallel lines100 words
The vault surrounds a happy soul Full of love, light and depth Cast away by guilt Guilt. Yet another year passes. Guilt.
An exercise in self punishment Self deprivation. Self torture Self self self Delusions of self gratification &nbs
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