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Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
My viscous blood can only escape By running slowly away Just as I can only evade By death and decay. I am fake... My yellowed skull can only breathe Via false vitality Just as I can only evade By death and decay. Not genuine... My frozen breath can only be freed By submitting to need Just as I can only evade By life and dismay The unoriginal... All these things are but a regression In the deconstruction of falling stars. There should be a psychology of feet. For do we not make decisions with our legs and walk about on our brains? What do you mean "No, not really"? |
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WisprWnd Junior Member
since 2003-02-07
Posts 34 |
This is how you are and I agree that you are fake, but so am I and that is why I must congradu [edit] late! Cool post Tris. watch the language eh? Sev [This message has been edited by Severn (02-27-2003 12:03 AM).] |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
powerful.. its frightening to feel the way of escape is so narrow. Always, Alyssa - And so it was that time stood still - |
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