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| dafremen |
Woke to that distant day Scar-ry nights Have come and stayed Betrayed impressions Chalked the lines That mark the days When you were mine The fates' remark upon lost gifts: Your gentle ways Disturbed that passion's rest A taste of searing agony The beast that heaves Beneath the breast That does not sleep Was touched too deep By a glimpse so brief of Shangri-La Within your heart's Too-tender beats Some may answer That faces come and go I know the flesh left behind Lingers on within my mind. |
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| pete | -43 degrees (celsius) with the wind today, to go outside it will require me to leave my flesh behind | 041220 |
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| pete |
"Exposed skin will freeze in less than 10 minutes" CBC Radio One, less than ten minutes ago... |
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| sab |
flesh flayed right from the bones by the sharp edge of the insanity you weld like a steel trap pointy and dangerous battering ram ram all down and damn the consequences Rock On, selfishness |
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