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Habituated
Contributed by
Mangos
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Tuesday, 18th July 2006 @ 05:03:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Its better now, now that I know
Its the weather now, pouring sunshine
Its a way of existing, a way of life
Its everything I was resisting, a sharpened knife,
Countless whispers echo in an empty portion of the skull
Where nothing may enter the realm of awareness, or leave
As the meanings are mulled over and over without attention to detail
False archetypes are built based upon a desire to stand corrected
It is in these worlds constructed solely to house latent fantasies
Where explosions rocket from the base and pummel the exterior
Creating gaping holes porously leaking a metallic liquid substance
In a pillow fight, with bricks for feathers
The sorrow night, I had one stick to rub together
A shameful cry, when not one tear dropped
A hateful life, careful not to live twice, the chosen sacrifice
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Re: Habituated
(User Rating: 1 ) by Keilantra on
Wednesday, 19th July 2006 @ 11:02:08 AM AEST (User
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very originale, dear.
"A shameful cry, when not one tear dropped
A hateful life, careful not to live twice, the chosen sacrifice"
golden. and the formating is very nice, full of emotion and not clihe-ridden.
xXx
~kei
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