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The Perfect Imperfection
Contributed by
stalkee
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Wednesday, 4th August 2004 @ 01:47:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I can not breathe and I can not dream
Thinking of time and all of the scenes
Draped in the moon and also in red
The possible failed, memories bled
Up in our throne room, I see us still
Back in the places where we would kill
Fell short of something, it was just me
I couldn't share and I could not speak
Now something is happening
Our orchestra played but soon faded
Left me alone in dark and jaded
Silent and broke and broke and silent
Short of secure, nothing but violent
Copyright ©
stalkee
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2004-08-04 13:47:11]
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Re: The Perfect Imperfection
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by pixie on
Wednesday, 4th August 2004 @ 01:50:55 PM AEST
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a touching and moving write,
pixie xx |
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