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Read me, in the elixir of life, have a slice of duality pie. Behind lined ivory, is someone you call you and I call me. Read me, in a tear of sadness, orbs of memories stored in genetic madness. Read me, in the dog-eared page the leaf that quiets my mind and makes me whole again. Read me, in my racing thoughts bipolar existence is more difficult than not. Read me, in the grip of melancholy revisit the wrist scars of folly. Read me, in the breastplate of armor the era of my belief in chivalry and honor. Read me, in the time of sepia tradition fueled by dreams and dementia. Read me, in the tip of a candles flame passions burn bright, yet I wear no others name. Read me, at the foot of an altar murmuring prayers, "...lead my paths..." or I will falter. Read me, in an open palm outstreched, open to you and calm. Read me, in the fools smile the joy will last only a while. Read me, in the clear walkway steps number all my days. Read me, in the shattered glass anger subsides down to simmer and it will pass. Read me, in the inkwell bright the pen has punctured me felled by might. Read me, in the moonlight there lie to me, tell me you care.
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Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
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Read me, in the elixir of life, have a slice of duality pie. Behind lined ivory, is someone you call you and I call me. Read me, in a tear of sadness, orbs of memories stored in genetic madness. Read me, in the dog-eared page the leaf that quiets my mind and makes me whole again. Read me, in my racing thoughts bipolar existence is more difficult than not. Read me, in the grip of melancholy revisit the wrist scars of folly. Read me, in the breastplate of armor the era of my belief in chivalry and honor. Read me, in the time of sepia tradition fueled by dreams and dementia. Read me, in the tip of a candles flame passions burn bright, yet I wear no others name. Read me, at the foot of an altar murmuring prayers, "...lead my paths..." or I will falter. Read me, in an open palm outstreched, open to you and calm. Read me, in the fools smile the joy will last only a while. Read me, in the clear walkway steps number all my days. Read me, in the shattered glass anger subsides down to simmer and it will pass. Read me, in the inkwell bright the pen has punctured me felled by might. Read me, in the moonlight there lie to me, tell me you care.
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Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
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