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By lost the lonely dead •

awake arise and see the evil morning sky the birds foul spirits shrieking doom the house a buzz of frantic anxieties a hundred yats all spent within a moment make a buck make a buck its all we get to think about skins changing colors and milk gone warm but in the hustle of morning i want a muffin and a cup of coffee wish i remembered those words i know bits and pieces but the brunt is lost i didnt want to wake up this morning

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May 18, 2006 00:58Loneliness is condescending

OKIMAS what a wonderful thing awsome poem the best in yats i think

May 18, 2006 04:32lost the lonely dead

*smiles* thanks! yats is an awesome word