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| Collage 01 |
6/20/2001
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Words, just words, about the world are all a part of me.
To my own being as it is will shed no tear.
Kick to wake me up.
The mirror looks me in my face.
The key supposes the storm, the sting of it all.
Life whispers its silence.
Inner twist the circle of my soul.
Pierce into the never.
Forget not, for me.
Make not, the fire inside.
Nothing ever seems so undeniable.
Fingertips touch power that heals from the outside.
Tell me lies like always to satisfy my soul.
People arise from space.
A reflection in a pool, it is myself.
The future will come to believe itself.
Vitality hurts the strongest.
There are always more questions.
Honesty prevails over past experiences.
Agony tears me apart.
I look up and notably recognize the above.
In the end I always hope for the best.
Lives lived for nobody but your own.
Freedom calls the song.
When all is and all is not, into the chariots of fire.
Dizziness results in vomit.
The opening gapes a scream.
Surfacing ghosts never expire.
Everything is a dream.
A nightmare to wash away reality.
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