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Dark night of the tallest dreams Whose visions yearn for a willing Transformation of themselves And cry pretensions of constraints And possibilities of ****** intensity Who emphasize a drama of forced elements In dark violent and repressive potential That leaves such visions impoverished Yes impoverished of an outcome Unable to shape such matters Into coherent form Allows for vicious energies Of an intense and exhausting experience Makes vigorous its form of monstrous depiction That leaves an eternity of lamentation in their making Inducing that of evaluative vertigo That flares into a conflagration of the mind Embalming the senses, allows for a turmoil of demons Of fathomless malice and grotesque shadows To be the inauguaration of the tragedy of my night
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 4:05 PM UTC
Nightmare
Dark night of the tallest dreams Whose visions yearn for a willing Transformation of themselves And cry pretensions of constraints And possibilities of ****** intensity Who emphasize a drama of forced elements In dark violent and repressive potential That leaves such visions impoverished Yes impoverished of an outcome Unable to shape such matters Into coherent form Allows for vicious energies Of an intense and exhausting experience Makes vigorous its form of monstrous depiction That leaves an eternity of lamentation in their making Inducing that of evaluative vertigo That flares into a conflagration of the mind Embalming the senses, allows for a turmoil of demons Of fathomless malice and grotesque shadows To be the inauguaration of the tragedy of my night
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 4:05 PM UTC
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