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the broken vase the ludicrous image and the sun sentenced to reality we seek escape in the brothel of the world where tender youth is bartered, sold and ultimately destroyed and they become as us one with the ultimate sin of poverty naked we come and naked we go but in the meantime we are hardly more than liars pimping dead images and the sun hoping all who see us become sick with sadness as they succumb to grief we cudda been lovers but we couldn't contend with the sense of full responsibility ultimately only pure strength remains after the destruction of the world
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Mar 11, 2011
Mar 11, 2011 at 9:52 AM UTC
broken vase
the broken vase the ludicrous image and the sun sentenced to reality we seek escape in the brothel of the world where tender youth is bartered, sold and ultimately destroyed and they become as us one with the ultimate sin of poverty naked we come and naked we go but in the meantime we are hardly more than liars pimping dead images and the sun hoping all who see us become sick with sadness as they succumb to grief we cudda been lovers but we couldn't contend with the sense of full responsibility ultimately only pure strength remains after the destruction of the world
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Mar 11, 2011
Mar 11, 2011 at 9:52 AM UTC
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