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ATelamon Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 328Purgatory, Last Staircase, Up |
The words will not mesh the stars hide there is something more than but in words it is said "The coward dies a thousand tiimes" what of believers the projectors tomorrows what happens to them immersion is also suffocation is there no end to this world of hurt there and more people without never know lifes knowledge the two edged sword impaling is a terrible must when you hear without the wind you walk a trial of dust to dust "When all hope has left you, and there is no reason to breathe, you die within the crucifixtion, of your very own dream." "Beginning is one place, I've been before." J. Anderson |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
"when you hear without the wind... how lonely a thought especially when I know I rely on it for company.... Sir...thank you for this.... [This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 03-10-2001).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
You keep closing in on me with meaning...exceptional...loved the crucifixtion imagery...truly, truly, thought to feed.. |
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