plural (
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2000
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12
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06
11:32 pm
I haven't been fucked like that since grade school
a test
it was
water into
wine
and I
passed
in return
an angel
came to me
in dream
bearing my soul
renewed
cleansed
redeemed
forgiven
and I
I
refused her
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mnemosyne.livejournal.com
2000-12-07 12:21 am (UTC)
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utterly...
speechless...............
how's that working out, being clever?
puissance.livejournal.com
2000-12-07 12:22 am (UTC)
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and while
renewed
cleansed
redeemed and
forgiven souls are
always lovely,
there is something to be
desired in scars.
after all,
even the mona lisa is falling apart.
good? well keep it up then
plural.livejournal.com
2000-12-08 06:40 am (UTC)
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scars
are memories
physical reminders of
where we have been
to cleanse my soul
and restore its health
would be to wipe out
my life
my loves
my pain
and if this
I allowed
who would remain?
Re: calm as a hindu cow.
puissance.livejournal.com
2000-12-09 01:05 am (UTC)
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in the faces of others.
water chambers.
holding you close.
who wouldn't?
my only concern
plural.livejournal.com
2000-12-09 01:49 am (UTC)
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is if you
would
chambers
of water
fire
earth
and
wind
I would
forge
them
all
from
sweat
tears
and
blood
that I may
collect you
in my arms
and
I would
breathe life
into death herself
that she may
play a tune
while we
waltz
that sacred waltz
with the clamp
on it jaw
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no subject
speechless...............
how's that working out, being clever?
renewed
cleansed
redeemed and
forgiven souls are
always lovely,
there is something to be
desired in scars.
after all,
even the mona lisa is falling apart.
good? well keep it up then
are memories
physical reminders of
where we have been
to cleanse my soul
and restore its health
would be to wipe out
my life
my loves
my pain
and if this
I allowed
who would remain?
Re: calm as a hindu cow.
water chambers.
holding you close.
who wouldn't?
my only concern
would
chambers
of water
fire
earth
and
wind
I would
forge
them
all
from
sweat
tears
and
blood
that I may
collect you
in my arms
and
I would
breathe life
into death herself
that she may
play a tune
while we
waltz
that sacred waltz
with the clamp
on it jaw