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Thursday, April 15, 2004Personally, i really don't like reading other people's poetry on their blogs, and i also really don't like hypocrites, so...here we go...Crashing headfirst into mediocrity Shards of bone and flesh Scatter through the wind. Away and gone and forever And without love nor passion. The unwritten question Masked by fear and time "Whom shall I be?" A decor of grey bedsheets A stench of interminable boredom. To end up where I once began, Full circle and no distance gained. Would let Old Man Time Sink his thin grey fingers Into my every pore-and sqeeze. Time is caressing my thoughts. Wrapping its claws around me, Preparing to tear me apart. Please, Someone reach down in me And pull out the rapture inside. (I will probably take this down later, given that I will come back tomorrow and realize just how horrible this was. for now, enjoy)
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