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Contraposition... |
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Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
Contraposition is an admission…. The perfection itself lies in the flaw, beauty without is fit to ignore. In the contrast a story about to be born. The eyes still unseeing and the thoughts without form. Liar and lie the one and the same, seeded by truth yet lacking a name. The dream is the dreamer and committee of awe. The hallways still empty and rooms without doors. While Time is a torture and with its own balm, the storm holds violence filtered by calm. The silence is endless yet not begun. The ruins still falling and the song never sung. The question containing the answer itself, cloaked and hooded with its own stealth. The moment is endless lacking in tense. The madness still reason and logic not sense. The memory and moment all but the same born in the mind, labelled and gained The words are just spoken washed by the wind. The contradiction still here and the lie without sin. I’ll still be here waiting for life to begin. "And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Oh, Excellent write! Enjoyed! |
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