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Valley of Fingers
Contributed by
SpiritOfYuta
on
Friday, 25th July 2003 @ 11:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Set the cannons of my palms.
Deliver my touch into the sun,
Burn the flesh.
A beggar sleeps beside me
I do not deny my fellow man.
Take my clothes and move on.
I adorn myself with rings.
Caressing a loved one is the highest form of art,
I admire your flesh, and you admire gold.
A lion king walks gracefully by me.
I do not kneel to express my loyalty,
I kneel because I wish to keep my head.
I belong in two realities,
Before sinking into my sleep.
On the tallest hill,
Stands the mid design of pleasure.
Expel.
Enter a tunnel and believe,
I will leave my trace in the future tides of time.
Consent my feelings,
I will give you everything that shines.
Copyright ©
SpiritOfYuta
... [
2003-07-25 23:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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