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..........about me..........
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Once glance at winter's glare of indecision proves to
be the end of our colonial times the wallet in which
demons are bred for sour proof of nothing, yet nothing
at all. May we view more of this yesterday or thereafter before nightfall in the smoke and smog of good fortune,
collapse and find a rug.
Everybody else is blacking out
on the mindtable set, so why don't you break the ice.
Forget the endeavor may be meaningless of who-knows time,
but underneath the venom lies the flame decietful. I
think what i do to you is lie, if that may be what it's
spoken as. Don't look to me as a slight of gold senile
blackness but forever trial over thought.
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trash
- my soul stands scorched by the fires of you
- my heart beats coldly the blood of the beast
- my eyes only reveal the darkness of myself
- the world is distant in it's empty harmonies
- so cold when i walk through the daylight
- i feel it must hold a mystery so deep
- i cannot reach
- the path i run so placidly turns to dark
- the places i have burned now match
- the darkness in my heart
- my soul pours out into nothingness on this paper you'll throw away
- i'm sorry
Email: amberj@up.net
