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untitled sunday

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

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.
 — unknown

self sermon
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 — unknown

a nice read.

glad i found it today.
: )
 — fractalcore