Last Chance Not to Hear

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By Loneliness is condescending •

Its one warm day in paradise Words are getting shorter Ragged, desperate, fewer Slipping slowly down the wall Reaching out for empty air Clasping onto the passersby Knuckles turning white Blind to his plight Afraid to look with in their selves Man stands upon deserts sands calling out Come see thy paradise Throwing sand into the air Raining gold It's the fruitful land of Eden Masses flooding in searching for worldly gain Shinnying eyes of cracking glass Rotting smile of pearled perfection Lured us in to deep Faint hypnoses Confessions of the silence

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May 30, 2006 19:28lost the lonely dead

aw dont be lonely mr. last chance not to hear poem....it makes me think i like it a lot *thumb up*