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Barbie's Death
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First Frames
the day was
the day was,..,
i will be,.,,.never is the to be feeling .,.,.,
lost is the ground,..,
knowing time ..,i seek,.,.
Unknown paths
rooms feel square,,
i rest ,,i lay,,slightly loving the phase,the name,,
lost lay some world in the beauty,,\
dipped in the void.,,.
i feel saturday.,,,,
Pour out
Existing in this fake world
our feeble souls cry ashes
beneath the filth our jealous jewels shine
slant lay our backs on addiction
our mind floats in hopeless corners
and
the guiltless honesty is the weary cloth we drape in,.,.,.
.,,.
the why of things and some other times has always been.,,.
never the bother.
the repetitive staircase haunts every that passes by
the sun is there every evening ,
for the world to just be!,,.
no longer the air
the soil around now contains me,,.and the weeds grow on their own,..,
.,the so called my sky does not ,.,.
fancy never the glitters,.,they are made of water
i lizared away the happiness,..for the joy of it all.,,.
All from my deviantart gallery and journal
the day was,..,
i will be,.,,.never is the to be feeling .,.,.,
lost is the ground,..,
knowing time ..,i seek,.,.
Unknown paths
rooms feel square,,
i rest ,,i lay,,slightly loving the phase,the name,,
lost lay some world in the beauty,,\
dipped in the void.,,.
i feel saturday.,,,,
Pour out
Existing in this fake world
our feeble souls cry ashes
beneath the filth our jealous jewels shine
slant lay our backs on addiction
our mind floats in hopeless corners
and
the guiltless honesty is the weary cloth we drape in,.,.,.
.,,.
the why of things and some other times has always been.,,.
never the bother.
the repetitive staircase haunts every that passes by
the sun is there every evening ,
for the world to just be!,,.
no longer the air
the soil around now contains me,,.and the weeds grow on their own,..,
.,the so called my sky does not ,.,.
fancy never the glitters,.,they are made of water
i lizared away the happiness,..for the joy of it all.,,.
All from my deviantart gallery and journal
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
deviate the dew
rise the good old times,.
and ring the love chimes,.,but
the desolate cards are thrown ,..,to fly and flip,.,.
while defrosted pages yellow up
delusion glowing deeply madly in we
and
delve there for here-within is dying,.
deter thy flock of emotions to detour
or
delude many the smile,.,. deviate the dew,.,.
and ring the love chimes,.,but
the desolate cards are thrown ,..,to fly and flip,.,.
while defrosted pages yellow up
delusion glowing deeply madly in we
and
delve there for here-within is dying,.
deter thy flock of emotions to detour
or
delude many the smile,.,. deviate the dew,.,.
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