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untitled sunday
unknown

everyone 'ad once beguiled my eyes
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along i'd walk in flight not mine
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etiquette, i'd murmur.
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unquestionably, the scorns return
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my ears ablaze from discipline
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barbaric screeches, unwavering.
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bow down, bow down
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(the storm would roar)
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i step aside now, take a hit
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of fresh sea change
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air.
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4 Jan 09

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hey, thanks. i wish i had more to say about this, but i just don't.

thanks for the feedback, though. i appreciate it.
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a nice read.

glad i found it today.
: )
 — fractalcore

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