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By Misti Date: 2002 Jun 22 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.22.11.44.29714]] |
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i walked to the schizophrenic eyeball that was the setting sun it shone on me showed me i was the one bright flower alone in a field of grass but i had to say the word to pass through past the shimmering colors and sparks of psychic heat and i had to answer with my feet lucky for me i had wise soles they spoke the word and paid the toll once inside i was no more no less i was just a shinier mess |