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Elysium |
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The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
Our land is a sight of a testing breed a busy sit down for a bitter need a moon too full becomes opportune this brilliant star is open to suggestion pinch it pinch it till it develops manners milk it milk it till it succumbs to tears Man how can you slither in your honest chair leather wears and comfort shares but limbo is ravenous linger here and you will get high you should try its like breathing without air even this will go on without you here a captive to words and opinions living to lick the neck rushing beneath the waves unheralded it arrives this novice form called Love New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
The last two stanza's were great, the first didn't really attract me. But I've saved it. And I loved it. Hollow. I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. - Gary Jules, Mad World. |
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