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untitled#3 (Free verse) by darby pyn

Shades extend off tombstone podiums grabbing more with your eye's than words could ever touch. transgress beyond your conclusion. live in the now. sandpaper handshakes contort and test the limits of your reservation. with one exhausted thought the sides fall and your at the crossroad's of your day. impulses breach the veil between thinking and doing. etiquette is lost to the monotony of the day. nothing is sacred no one is spared.

horus8 19-Sep-02/12:05 AM
your title is either "tombstone podiums" or your last sentence or ofcourse rebridled#pee.




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