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Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008
discogranny
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9:38p
tarnishing
the filaments fire
as it protrudes
into my vision
switch less eyes
like a light
dying growth
of what made
and might
be whats best
and i rest
to warn me
of what was
what has been
and come to be
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discogranny
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8:27p
Docent
what a shame, what a waste
life has gone with little haste
soon you've seen,
where you shall see,
what is left, has left of me
nothing, does not exist
nothing, will play and twist
and it will switch to your own back
and blacken what has been black
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(comment on this) Monday, August 25th, 2008
discogranny
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2:50p
you render me stuck in trends
bending in sickness of bends
lending me your mercy, bride
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discogranny
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2:31p
muster many,
which we dormantly bed
each soul of slashing
has forgoten to be
merley creation bets
which this would kill me
such as me bletting
bletted with misuse
village, loves of the island
which is percile, a town of mind
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(comment on this) Sunday, August 24th, 2008
discogranny
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3:26p
That may be so
but not here
and not like this
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(comment on this) Saturday, August 23rd, 2008
discogranny
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4:57p
(Astron.) A line indicating the hour.
My actions, react,
to that which surrounds
hounding,
by blood,
of light
that stains gowns
bound, with reins
we'll burn at a line
where death comes
to those of undefined
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