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Hey peoples, how are you all doing? Well, I don't know
why you are looking at my site since it's not cool....Yet ;-) Well enjoy will it's here..:-D
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if you can't stand upon the water
i will see you on the ocean floor. when you blink do you only find the misery between the lines? then take my hand and walk
with me. come to me, your sanctuary, i'll gladly accept the gift that i've been granted. if you feel fine, then give it just
a little time i'm sure you'll contract my disease. look what you've done to me now, you've made me perfect. if you can't stand
upon the earth then i will meet you on the other side. when you blink do you only find the misery weighs down your eyes? then
take my hand and sleep with me. take my hand i'll be everything to you. take my hand i'll take everything from you. i will
seep under your skin. i will. i will hold onto your heart. i will.
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We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths
filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, dark into the leaves. It was empty on the
edge of town but we knew everyone floated alont the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved
into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion
you said "Death is midnight runner" The Sky had come crashing like the news of intimate suicideWe picked up the shards and
formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique dressThe echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the
ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop...The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime I kissed you at the apex
of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for
two...I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow" THere is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ra down streets and carved our names in the flesh
of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the earth like a message....
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