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darling, it's 'bout time to break free of...
without a queen the locust swarm.
how they fall apart.
my eyes, they are small in size, but they see enor...
the golden year.
"where waves caress unstable egos
the alchemist.
lonely isn't a strong enough adjective.
"the mind is its own place
gore's my harbinger, pardon the art of war.
"i hear in my mind all of these voices
"and i'll live without you, love, but...
"before i die, didn't we say one day?
i know not of what i speak. i am me, i am meek.
dreamers always chase, but never get it.
"one day you'll happen upon my name in the obits...
my mind's made up.
equilibrium inebriated.
grief and praise.
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009
gore's my harbinger, pardon the art of war.
she doesn't beckon
and i don't come
cause pursuit
is a loaded gun
and desire...
she is known
for being trigger happy.
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