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By Kase Date: 2003 Mar 18 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.18.21.23.25103]] |
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Hiding behind a mask of mixed emotions Killing the pain with pitious, loathing looks into your eyes. Love is emaciated into a passionless, Placcid affair that has been hopelessly squandered away. We imagined ourselves as immortal idols bathing in the reverence and lime light of ourselves. Our selfish transgressions quiescently slipped through parched, tired hands until they lay piled accusingly at our feet. Fragments left behind are scattered heedlessly, with no destinations in mind, by the blustery zephyr that was us. |