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Escape
Contributed by
cynic
on
Thursday, 19th January 2006 @ 01:07:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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I put my bottle down,
in my broken mirror,
a technicolour romance,
plays in the waters.
I put my bottle down,
in perfect inertia,
sometimes in places,
you thought me invulnerable.
I put my bottle down,
in cosy dystopia,
a perpetual existance,
where time means nothing.
I'll put my body down,
in my gentle hysteria,
I'll bleed us a sunset,
and kiss us away.
Copyright ©
cynic
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2006-01-19 13:07:32] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Escape
(User Rating: 1 ) by EmSal on
Monday, 30th January 2006 @ 12:44:26 AM AEST (User
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Interesting... I like the end to that. |
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