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Empty words bent through the great flow of time and space to create a solid image in your mind.

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Saturday, 22 October 2011

There it is

here it is, no real story, i just remebered or realised or whatever
i know now why i buried my emotions so deep inside
your world is so boring
i hate your world
i hate living in it, being part of it
what do you even want you stupid universe
Posted by Pucas at 7:20 pm No comments:
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Oh sand woes,

A contorted and twisted body is lifted from the old grave before you, it turns in mid air so your eyes lock in connection and you realise with fear that the carcass is your own.
 

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