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By nothing Date: 2001 Dec 21 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.21.19.47.5914]] |
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an eye opens within a forest of clouds black on black shaded blue confusion remains supreme world tears, rips away stranding one upon an isle peaches-n-soft white cream delicate taste so vile coarse sand paper soften skin in memories quick denial mind games reign an slow this dream but cannot control a smile an black on black shaded so blue an eye opens a whimper tis felt the world fractures new an love what about this tis that which opens to draw one down the glue to keep the fractured whole the taste of peaches-n-cream without the vile soft touch of flesh on flesh an my world shatters anew |