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By it dosent matter Date: 2004 Jul 26 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.26.00.31.11002]] |
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quiet... this part what screams silent melodies of razor played nerves flayed for all to see in agonized rips to errant flesh blood as pearls of wisdom slowly spring so very dark this color red for springs itself from deepest heart yet stand i still and will with open smile eyes so beautiful so many have said windows to the very soul itself we are taught this is so babes yet still within sheltering arms we were taught this so from the spoken words i speak you will hate what is me listen yet never hear what it is that speaks of these words to thee and only here will one take time to understand or try at least to grasp what is before is human this simply and nothing more as is all of we... |