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sever and broken all the world all that’s loved, all that’s lost all that searched through empty lots and ducked all that slips through the night like a broken playground dream . . .and all that could have been, condemned and contained like all the putrid of miscreation . . .and all scorned with painful regretation like all those born with a tortured soul and all that are and all that could have been I am your placid thought hiding your wicked desire of plasticity I am the trees’ haunting . . . I am your forgotten, by all it seems I am your ruined . . Bury me inside your favorite dreams.
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May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 11:18 AM UTC
The Ruined
sever and broken all the world all that’s loved, all that’s lost all that searched through empty lots and ducked all that slips through the night like a broken playground dream . . .and all that could have been, condemned and contained like all the putrid of miscreation . . .and all scorned with painful regretation like all those born with a tortured soul and all that are and all that could have been I am your placid thought hiding your wicked desire of plasticity I am the trees’ haunting . . . I am your forgotten, by all it seems I am your ruined . . Bury me inside your favorite dreams.
Written in 2007
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May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 11:18 AM UTC
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