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Who among us has not? Well... Well, what? Specificities fall to the floor: we are what we are. Nothing more. Nothing more. Tears refuse to fall Or cannot help but remain. Tears or notears, poison all the same. The walking Shadow: relentless in its crawling means. What of Sound? What of Fury? I hope I hope I hope.... I hope your eyes bleed until the light pours out.
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Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 5:39 PM UTC
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Who among us has not? Well... Well, what? Specificities fall to the floor: we are what we are. Nothing more. Nothing more. Tears refuse to fall Or cannot help but remain. Tears or notears, poison all the same. The walking Shadow: relentless in its crawling means. What of Sound? What of Fury? I hope I hope I hope.... I hope your eyes bleed until the light pours out.
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Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 5:39 PM UTC
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