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| Death of a Rose |
in such reverberations it drives the daylight to excess. holding you up until the uneasy strums of my heartbeat slow. localities shifted with each glance, each embrace, each year, failing a troubled test of character, stealing every thing with photographs and procedures, each midnight wandering in your grave yard, each thought a sea in which to drown, each compliment forgotten, hinged at the point of refraction. |
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| Moron |
they=thy . |
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| stork daddy | damn...that title be hella poetic. | 050928 |
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| oldephebe |
yeah. Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!!! it's pretty sweet doar. Can a nihilist approach the realm of quixotic rapture? I think so. There's some pretty inspiring nihilistic russian poetry out there. i forget the guys name though. ... |
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| death of a rose |
thanks you two *blushes and mascara's* |
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