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How charming.
Bega-who?
SAVAGE DREAM
The sky is full of lines
crackling like telephone voices.
And in a moment, they will be here
To pluck the notes out of the petals
They installed
Its beguiling, this night, this veil
Every page ,a person found.
How can it be lost without me?
The stars, like flies, they drop
Falling past a bright new flame
With good intentions, ever so good
Until you fish them out, conscience and all
You're assigned
Its beseiging, this life, the sound
Every face, a person lost.
How can it be saved without me?
Ghosts and shards
The shape of teeth
Coalescing into
Nakedness.
Last edited by addicted_tochaos; 05-06-2005 at 01:34 PM.
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