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Mathew
- Telford, Pa
- Last Record: 2012-07-28 20:33:54 +0300
- Joined: Jun 29, 2012
- http://the-astronaut-s...
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Lo! The sleepless Summer winds they blow, So, prithee, hearken to the wisdom old. As the myriads of hearts around you stall, You should seek to give love to them all. For the world will always turn away, The beggars, the thieves and those disgraced. But I shall love your precious face, I see in you a light that never fades, No matter how many times you fall, You are more of an angel than the world could know. |
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The cannons blast and all turns to ash as we wake with just enough time to pass. |
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The Five Fawns Prance 'round the Satyr's den aloof, The Satyr cant stand all the knoking on his roof, 'So', says He, 'you boys want to play a game? I'll give ... |
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This is quite silly. I sat here this eve thinking about her for the first time in weeks. She was going to have my child, be my wife, but the universe said ectopic pregnancy instead..... |
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OH! Those hot and horny nites I spent pondering what my worth was as a man, at bar-tops that reeked of aged old booze and...
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Alone, the universe we walk. Segments of celluloid cut and glued and projected upon flat mirrored surfaces elegantly glimmering-reflecting into the void of consciousness ... |
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