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The Outsides InA Goddess in disguise, Is no more than reflections on an unbroken surface Being seen as you wish, With no power over another's skills of perception Hollow are your hallways, Filling to brims, to bones with hymns Write not along fancies, But let their laughter ring through true Fear an hourglasses hiss, For its singing brings about your eternal damnation Alas our blood runs thin, IrrevocablyThe Outsides In
by ~preventing-corrosion
UnfinishedWe are far and few Energies renewed Every morning when we ariseUnfinished
We are the humble Bent backs to stumble When we try, to surprise
We are the younger Sorrow bled hunger Whenever we cry, mercy in life
We are your voices As nation rejoices .................
We're stifled and wry Our backs red and dry .................
So put down you guard Let the love start .................
by ~preventing-corrosion
Foreseen InevitabilityIt was the morning after again, but she had left for good this time. He could tell by how bright the room seemed.Foreseen Inevitability
~Take a deep breath, You knew it was coming. She'd warned you in the beginning, Before short days, following long nights.~
Letting out his breath Stirs some hidden pocket of despair When He breathes again, he has to roll over to stop a breaking heart.
"How, how I wish you were here..." Pierces into no longer muted ears, From an alarm clock half a room away. Clear with reminder, darkened intent. &nb
by ~preventing-corrosion
Only dreamsI cried two lines one for fear the other self-loathing My dreams no longer vague haunt my weathered heart Signs point to these words a timely admittance in disturbed soil Cowardice shares naught with wargames from love lay back, relax They're only dreams to all of you they're only dreamsOnly dreams
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"Elle chante celle qui ne veut pas hurler. Elle chante, car elle est fière. Mais il faut savoir l'entendre. Tel est son chant, hurlant profondément dans le silence."
H.Michaux
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"What's back there?" "Back there?.... Oh, it's where I bury the bodies. At least the ones I can't fit in the shed....."
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I had thought I was human, until someone told me otherwise.
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Revenge is sweet...wait that's just my chocolate bar....
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"What's back there?" "Back there?.... Oh, it's where I bury the bodies. At least the ones I can't fit in the shed....."
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I had thought I was human, until someone told me otherwise.
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Revenge is sweet...wait that's just my chocolate bar....
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"What's back there?" "Back there?.... Oh, it's where I bury the bodies. At least the ones I can't fit in the shed....."
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I had thought I was human, until someone told me otherwise.
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Revenge is sweet...wait that's just my chocolate bar....
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"What's back there?" "Back there?.... Oh, it's where I bury the bodies. At least the ones I can't fit in the shed....."
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I had thought I was human, until someone told me otherwise.
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Revenge is sweet...wait that's just my chocolate bar....
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