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Death of a Rose
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Seems like no one is staring at me lately.
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Doar
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hmm....damn....i blathed this...and i had a 'real flying low day' last week. at an important meeting with signed clients. didn't realize as i greeted everyone throughout the day that the opening was there for the likes of everyone to not notice. damn...
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whitechocolatewalrus
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um, err, did you land okay?
meeting go well?
[flying so so low that my stummy grazes the green grass] (and that grasshoppers jump to the left, to the right) (birds and wirms don't have to get along)
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walrus
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[no worms forthcoming]
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Doar
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burned and crashed in the filed masses of the day. unnoticed and apologetic is my consideration of others...hah...no one is watching...no one is a liason between me and the noticed.
such is life Ms. WCW., watch as burns become ashes....
depressions make me the easiest target.
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031227
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whitechocolatewalrus
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yeah
depressions
suppressions
impressions
it's all so futile
we are all a pile of stuff
burning
it's only a matter of time
until someone notices
the flames and smoke
hopefully
it won't be too
late.
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031227
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Death of a Rose
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if anothers voice dreary and unheard,
such,
much,
quiet,
quickeness,
o lone,
for one,
crying,
softly,
repeat,
repeat,
guesses,
quickened,
tomorrow,
we,
speak,
open,
please,
this,
door,
of,
white,
humble,
as,
feather,
humble,
as,
rest,
dignified,
involved.
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031227
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whitechocolatewalrus
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quest granted.
white beyond white
fields of white
the door only leads to door
best to wonder
what lay inside
rather than beyond
for the grass
is never greener on the other side
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031227
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Death of a Rose
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only the passage,
of a halted key,
is not without.
barrier made are,
grasses nutured,
staring into,
fields withdrawn,
fallow planted,
engravings here,
planted and,
fallowed left.
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031227
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whitechocolatewalrus
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the empty crop
shadows the empty mind
with what is left of desire
what is left of management
i will show you help
i will show you pain
the corn and potatoes must wait
for another day.
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031227
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Death of a Rose
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there is no pain,
you can seed in me,
every path i have pressed,
food and sustenance,
are freely given,
stagnating in your forgiveness.
grant me respite,
appeal the converse,
watchers beg doors,
untraversed.
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040106
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whitechocolatewalrus
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longing for the day
when the skys open up
and a crash
is no longer feared,
to feel free in the sun
and cast no shadows.
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040106
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Death of a Rose
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offer your dreams as sacrifice to the sky,
open those white painted doors,
step through,
take my hand,
i will be here to steady you.
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