Razor Blade Heart Strings

 It's okay to weave golden dreams
 on silken, heartless sleeves.
 
 and it's okay to carve poetry
 upon razor blade heart strings.
 
 just remember the voice that whispered
 upon the wintry breeze.  Yes, the one you never figured
 
 would climb so deep within your layers
 and leave you to frolic among the players.
 
 She smiles when the pain consumes her
 and hastily releases the icy hand that implores.
 
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