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I locked my Heart up in a musty closet, we assumed it wouldn’t mind. It had exhausted itself to ruin, resigned to a useless slab of meat. My brain muttered the order to me, sighing As it sat counting to its day of demise. Wallowing in a puddle of ennui, Decaying, incarcerated within the dankness of the skull. We suffocated my Ambition, short after seeing the dull, hopeful light Which was then washed away by the blinding god-rays of the All. We staggered away to behold the spectacle, Came back astonished, undermined… Our bodies were then withdrawn from us, our existence reduced to molecules We saw a speck of ourselves on the Universal Map, Like idiots we stared in disillusionment when we knew that all our feeble Eyes could ever see were mere inches in the legend.
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 10:04 PM UTC
Inches in the Legend
I locked my Heart up in a musty closet, we assumed it wouldn’t mind. It had exhausted itself to ruin, resigned to a useless slab of meat. My brain muttered the order to me, sighing As it sat counting to its day of demise. Wallowing in a puddle of ennui, Decaying, incarcerated within the dankness of the skull. We suffocated my Ambition, short after seeing the dull, hopeful light Which was then washed away by the blinding god-rays of the All. We staggered away to behold the spectacle, Came back astonished, undermined… Our bodies were then withdrawn from us, our existence reduced to molecules We saw a speck of ourselves on the Universal Map, Like idiots we stared in disillusionment when we knew that all our feeble Eyes could ever see were mere inches in the legend.
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 10:04 PM UTC
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