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By tremble Date: 2005 Oct 28 Comment on this Work [[2005.10.28.00.43.31053]] |
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how is it possible that a ball of flesh whats earthy task to beat out seasons pasts... an unheard tempo keeping beat to one's every breath such a merry dance to death this fleshy blob within one's own breast for what you cannot of normal feel to ... hurt... of its own and to every beat a hollowness... opens... and souls can scream one's own so silent pain so pure... of wonder may one stand storms beat awesome fury against lighting strikes twixt thunder blasts yet so unheard... unfelt... within this essence so very pure one might attend a heh war unknowing uncaring consumed so deep within by ache alone lol and scoff at this i would... did... cant any more as one tries to keep one's feet from sinking beneath the anguish of ones soul what cries silent to all reality awash in the purity of a heart what feels .. |