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suburban afterlife |
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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
Suburban cataclysm Never thought the apocalypse Would be so crystalline I could almost kiss the moon Everything that I found Wasn’t what I wanted it to be Come with me To the crimson sea Build a life out of liquid death Suburban afterlife Never though my own death Would be so tranquil I could almost see you there Everything I became Is everything I tired to destroy Come with me And I’ll fade away Build a hope out of broken lies This isn’t the end Of you, or him, or her This is the end of me And everything I tried to be |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Ahh Ryan a nice awakening indeed awesome writing xxoo |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
I could almost kiss the moon I loved this line. sad, yet touching piece. Great job hatter. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Nice write. Its like a constant vice that you cant escape and ends up crushing you. GIS a trickle of music from a well |
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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
Thank you all...you are all very special people  |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
come with me to the crimson sea. Beautiful line. mysticpoe If nothing is something then everything is our thoughts and feelings and all that exists. [This message has been edited by mysticpoe (09-27-2003 09:29 PM).] |
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