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| Death of a Rose |
Is empty in it's passiveness, a small mark that defines the beginning of the storey. Reckless in attitude, driven to start the day as purchased yesterday. This stare is not mine, nor is the trembling hand that touches my cheek. Dramatic pauses for effect, an audience of one. |
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| whitechocolatewalrus | broken_mirrors | 040726 |
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| Jess | Always seems to find itself in a mirror! | 040804 |
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| Lao Tsu | gimmie a sec i'm thinking about it | 040907 |
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| DaMon. | Is always changing so I have no idea how I look. | 040908 |
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| Atta-Nikkhamati |
My reflection Wraps and pulls me under Guides me safely into Worlds I've never been to |
060414 |
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| the end | makes me take note of all the pimples and other imperfections no one else bothers to notice. | 060414 |
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| cactus | is always there... looking completely disgusted and out of place. | 060414 |