dust on fire burning self illusion. sorry good people for my intrusion. dark wires splinter through me like electrocution softened by the life of loneliness and sanctuary. touched by the solitude of love and misery. faintly feel drained and dizzying immortality. softly spoken and pointless fears. that turn into execution and sorrow for years. time is just not enough to be. as i walk away from all the bad dreams.
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Posted: Jan 2011
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always trying something different hope you like it
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