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A Dance
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A Dance |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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When was it that you lost your heart? A galvanized break made of wearing, Of words and years, parental hardships; Did they not teach you love through love? You said you loved the Danny boy idea; The idea of cares and truest feelings. A man of something, a man of surface caring. As grace is a juncture; a hidden point Where, nuance for nuance the eye is deceived; Given to holders of nothing to heed. I feel an immense danger for what’s to come. There is blankness; a detachment from What could be, from what I have no ideas about. I have a feeling it will be of mediocrity. How horrifying! I am the two-toed wanderer |
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