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By Camouflage Date: 2002 Apr 30 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.30.06.07.23475]] |
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the nights twinkle for them but all I see is gloom their sky emits the moon mind is thick black tar that melts and slides down suffocating each breath days crawl toward the sunset as I crawl to my home the emptiness of space halls echoing your silence the walls hushed in slumber the wind pushes the walls to remind me I am alone |