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6907
Contributed by
Wingless_Faery
on
Saturday, 16th June 2007 @ 03:02:49 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Like the painting on the wall
I carry many different perceptions
The brush of will, shall carve my fall
And with this broken mirror, I brake my self deception
So many years spent in the white room
It's nice to see some color again
Nothing preconcieved, I won't assume
Let it flow, glide, don't sustain
Let it come through, let it come through
Theres no denying these boundaries
That were drawn, by your own mind
This synthetic colony, will become an entropy
Of the questions you left far behind
Logic has flaw, and flaw has logic
Fix the broken peices
Of your machinery of momentum
Chain reaction, into a thesis
Of inevitable emotion
Copyright ©
Wingless_Faery
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2007-06-16 03:02:49]
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Re: 6907
(User Rating: 1 )
by Honey56 on
Sunday, 17th June 2007 @ 08:55:05 AM AEST
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| Very nice write..In fact excellent! |
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Re: 6907
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by Whisper on
Saturday, 23rd June 2007 @ 06:07:33 AM AEST
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Nice write keeps this reader drawn
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