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Free verse № 1012

click

Member since 2001 · Posted 20 Apr 2002 · 1 comment

echoing against my skull for the first and last time a blast from the past to the future a suture for this gaping wound the end has come too soon clicking against my teeth the pressure released and my head caving in so sweetly the big bang theory deconstructed reworked and fucked up diluting reality lifting the curse verse chorus verse a burst of light to seal my fate now the flies will congregate and give me wings

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[7] nentwined 23-Apr-02/3:30 AM Reply
interesting... a little disjoint for my taste.