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disasters in scope
Contributed by
summers
on
Wednesday, 16th November 2005 @ 06:40:41 AM in AEST
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DarkPoetry
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my most pathetic hour was spent in her arms.
i was weak then. my whole life had become one big hindenburg disaster.
one holocaust after the other.
my mother passed away a few years ago.
cirrhosis, i’m sure.
never questioned the coroners. i didn’t really want to know.
i know my mother was weak,
and i know i was exactly like her.
not anymore.
i’ve slaughtered every last feeling and memory in my brain.
i am hollow…
and it feels perfect.
without the victims, there is no hindenburg.
without the victims, there is no holocaust.
without the victims, there is truth and there is contentment.
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summers
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2005-11-16 06:40:41] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: disasters in scope
(User Rating: 1 ) by little_genna on
Wednesday, 16th November 2005 @ 10:59:21 AM AEST (User
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I dont know what to make of this one...but it has a strange enchantment about it... |
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