Put the Films to Rest

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By Loneliness is condescending •

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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April 28, 2006 14:52lost 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*