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Contributed by
arijadna77
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Saturday, 10th May 2008 @ 09:25:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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We are unreal as much as we are alienated
With silences we built
With roads so dusty
Our insolence will draw us to arena
To defend honor of fallen angels
Nihilism today
For us is only a dead frog under the shoe
We are late for our subsist time
But our mouths are not full of soil
And in our fists Pandora’s Box is open
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2008-05-10 21:25:13] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: no title
(User Rating: 1 ) by SilverRain on
Thursday, 22nd May 2008 @ 11:06:24 PM AEST (User
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Your word choices fascinate me. I really appreciate and enjoy your work. |
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