Put the Films to Rest, by Loneliness is condescending
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Clear glass windows distorting my perception
Double image trying to break away
Two existing as one
Locked with in the turmoil
Striving to be their own
Breaking free the solid picture fades
Captured in the bathroom mirror
Flickering pieces of your hand made reality
Constant worldly wants burning through the frames
The pane rippling changing what I knew
Sleeping shards lying at my feet
Glimpsing choices going both ways
Deleting seines we didn't like
Altering the ending to public insight
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Posted: 2005-11-02 04:34:32 UTC |
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2006-04-28 14:52:25 | lost the lonely dead |
ive read this one many times i cant tell you how many times i just never knew what to say but i think finally ive arrived on something like..."i like it" so *BIG THUMBS UP* |