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Array ( [sid] => 115232 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Effortlessly Wicked [time] => 2006-02-22 21:43:11 [hometext] => [bodytext] => It was decided recently, that effort existed inside my soul.

The way a chrysalis slumbers, or fire creeps out of control.

Inside this effort, there exists a spectrum of color.

Red and blue, like true opposites, loving no other.

There is fire all around us, but we stand still and won't let a soul move.

I never dreamed it would be like this, but then again I never do.

I drag my hand over wet concrete and let it stay cold.

The coarse, grainy texture, was all inside my soul.

The fire does not search for high places, like a wicked ladder into the sky.

It crawls across the floor, staring effortlessly before it shall die.

I do not understand effort. It is confusing and it will make me go insane.

I am crazy on the inside, only when I feel like rain.

I saw the burning butterfly. I never dreamed that it would feel like this.

All the color and the texture, makes me wait for my dream's wicked, effortless kiss.

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Effortlessly Wicked

Contributed by exodus on Wednesday, 22nd February 2006 @ 09:43:11 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

It was decided recently, that effort existed inside my soul.

The way a chrysalis slumbers, or fire creeps out of control.

Inside this effort, there exists a spectrum of color.

Red and blue, like true opposites, loving no other.

There is fire all around us, but we stand still and won't let a soul move.

I never dreamed it would be like this, but then again I never do.

I drag my hand over wet concrete and let it stay cold.

The coarse, grainy texture, was all inside my soul.

The fire does not search for high places, like a wicked ladder into the sky.

It crawls across the floor, staring effortlessly before it shall die.

I do not understand effort. It is confusing and it will make me go insane.

I am crazy on the inside, only when I feel like rain.

I saw the burning butterfly. I never dreamed that it would feel like this.

All the color and the texture, makes me wait for my dream's wicked, effortless kiss.

Copyright © exodus ... [ 2006-02-22 21:43:11]
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Re: Effortlessly Wicked (User Rating: 1 )
by Lady_Daisy on Wednesday, 22nd February 2006 @ 11:31:42 PM AEST
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Hmmm... Thought provoking...

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