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Peacefulmuch has changed.
HXC Golden EraExtra, extra, forget all about it. Shred Tattered paper, the breezes blow away. Headlines, obsolete, flutter in frenzy… Hover not between- stay or go instead. Bereaved alone, mourn the loss, the dead This may as well be your eulogy I don’t want you to be a memory Nude spine of your notebook, burnt paper, crushed lead.HXC Golden Era
Catching your ghost in all the dark places- Our old, daily utopian haunts. The memories slay, oh those smiling faces! Were you really so perfect? Nostalgia taunts… So wipe clean the slate, remove all traces Or come here beside me,
I am PoetryI want to make your skin crawl Oh dance! In a maddening mind brawl. And whilst you’ve been meandering mindlessly Mighten you masquerade But for a minute? I want to liberate your mind! Let him wander through white paged forests of beauty! Let him send out young tendrils Of thought-I am Poetry
Like a melody being wrenched from ivory keys Like a lion devouring the children she breeds Like a child being sucked from an unwelcome womb Let his enlightenedness fly onto pages immortal- timeless as time.
I want you to discover magic May my prayers pervade your ignoran
Break Time, LoverIt’s what we live for Ten minutes that keep me alive It’s what I go for The people; the reason I continue to thriveBreak Time, Lover
So tell me your passions-
Spill tell, are they ture? And give me your reasons: I want to love you.
The chills and the tremors, The mirth in the air. Thanks for your errors, I give you my care. You keep me alive.
Anti Metro RantWand’ring in restlessness: Freedom not imminent! Soldiers I beg for the right to depart. “guards on alert” they cried- stifle the masses, the mundane, mocked maddening mob.Anti Metro Rant
Children to brainwash! Say jesus, say jesus! Darlings to ne’er ‘ere know what that means. Say that you love it here, Guards are you watching here? Children must trust and obey.
Trust and obey For there’s no other way To be happy in hell But to brainwash the children.
Congregate the heralding...Cross-referencing segregated factions,Congregate the heralding...
making for a feudal directory. Another who manages telephone timing,
an impeccable defect.
Service the fractured surveillance,
zeroed in on pixels made on a denied admittance.
Cenogenesis plastered all across their cities,
a striking memory of a wall that used to stand.
Telephotography guided their monotone defects,
a one-note requiem.
His deforitory actions denied their movement thrice over.
Sanctioned locomotives unset the movement from it's concrete heralding. Underneath the masses, miners defect.
Flin
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it's heather.
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It's very appreciated.
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I don't like it when I forget things, so thanks.
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"Ah, if you could comprehend the delicacy of feeling soul ripped from body. Like having your skin slowly torn from your flesh. Oh, but for the receiver it is a bloody delight."
I think that would be great, but it might still be a while. Mr. Post is working on it as we speak, because he wasn't able to start typing up the final draft until school started, and I imagine he still has quite a few other things to do.
I'm trying to be patient, but it's just terribly exciting.
You are going to come help us perform it right?
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"Ah, if you could comprehend the delicacy of feeling soul ripped from body. Like having your skin slowly torn from your flesh. Oh, but for the receiver it is a bloody delight."
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"Ah, if you could comprehend the delicacy of feeling soul ripped from body. Like having your skin slowly torn from your flesh. Oh, but for the receiver it is a bloody delight."
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