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By Divian Submitted by koblo Date: 2003 Jun 21 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.21.03.22.19072]] |
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My tear was pristine as it fell. Denied expiation for mendaciously living, denied palliative care despite need, it was nothing. In my archway grew a canopy of arms, lush and vibrance were of no compare, yet pristine as it was, one tear evoked a wrath upon my perifery of vision. My tryst with gamboling fairies ended abrubt. Blinding rage deriative from an eternity of forbearance, Consumed with fiery cold hunger... Subsiding,i found my archway no more. It was nothing. |