Posted by Toph on June 7, 2007, at 23:44:40
at the sink so sick he wallows
head hung low he grits his teeth
broken dreams he feels so hollow
quicksand's grip pulls him beneathhe lifts his head a stark reflection
empty eyes a weathered face
sees contempt and disaffection
disappointment won't erasehe lifts his hands to block the vision
covering eyes so dark from strain
this won't quell the mind's derision
only spell him his distain
poster:Toph
thread:761776
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