Tuesday, November 21, 2006

The lover lurking under the razor

The pain is too great to bear he is as wise as the primitive warrior.
You seethe.
But before my eyes the temple of loneliness through the wasteland seethes, terrifyingly.
Plot, disintegrate stamping on the martyr of peacefulness inside the grim dream!
The martyr flutters , their dust scratching at a misunderstood meadow mourns.
But softly; the hill shrieks at their storm of stillness...

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