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<span style="font-size:xx-small;">breath in deeply and soak in the breath taking sight.
overflowng with boring metaphors my english teacher was to smart to teach me.
overflowng and helpless, it falls to its death.
but the main point is youre home safe.
cold and wet.
its mid october, the season of death be it.
rainy, cold, dark, im frost bitten, leaf-covered.
Our infint hands fit perfect into our mittens
in a minority section it stacks upon itself
difficult relaxtion, with beautful reaction.
we are not abanduned as of yet.
we rotate on a similar globe.
listen to the dancers. sing with the bards.
we are above this place, ruleing forever, we're in charge.
winnging the race, i stumble and fall behind, only to realize,
this is no longer me, dont take credit, my fate lies in the presant
my fate only teases me with the worst outcomes, only to lead me ahead.
behind i fall, but i climb back up, resting in a low level.
noway to intersect. my beliefs are nothing to me anymore.
filthy running away from authority. only eagar for drugs.
prostitues only shy away from us.
Cranium knows no best. vivid as it all be.
Im no longer a part from the party Ive rejoined to slave my country.
meet un-interesting people, equally uninterested in me.
My undeveloped child throbs for only you. believe it or not,
Im more then this breath-taking sight,
you remember Im more then this mind-blowng document.
forever ive made my bed in this port
forever only saw a straight edge. but really not forever.
Running causiously into the night with firefly wings spread on back.
Off I fly and drift by wind, into hollywood, i rest.
but the harp invisabley plays us our exit music
for this film, it helped me escape, tonight.
outwards my insides reach, graspng my final peach, for now I begin to rest.</span>
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</div></p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub117.ezboard.com/btraversing.showUserPublicProfile?gid=tillybot>til lybot</A> 
at: 10/21/03 12:18 pm
overflowng with boring metaphors my english teacher was to smart to teach me.
overflowng and helpless, it falls to its death.
but the main point is youre home safe.
cold and wet.
its mid october, the season of death be it.
rainy, cold, dark, im frost bitten, leaf-covered.
Our infint hands fit perfect into our mittens
in a minority section it stacks upon itself
difficult relaxtion, with beautful reaction.
we are not abanduned as of yet.
we rotate on a similar globe.
listen to the dancers. sing with the bards.
we are above this place, ruleing forever, we're in charge.
winnging the race, i stumble and fall behind, only to realize,
this is no longer me, dont take credit, my fate lies in the presant
my fate only teases me with the worst outcomes, only to lead me ahead.
behind i fall, but i climb back up, resting in a low level.
noway to intersect. my beliefs are nothing to me anymore.
filthy running away from authority. only eagar for drugs.
prostitues only shy away from us.
Cranium knows no best. vivid as it all be.
Im no longer a part from the party Ive rejoined to slave my country.
meet un-interesting people, equally uninterested in me.
My undeveloped child throbs for only you. believe it or not,
Im more then this breath-taking sight,
you remember Im more then this mind-blowng document.
forever ive made my bed in this port
forever only saw a straight edge. but really not forever.
Running causiously into the night with firefly wings spread on back.
Off I fly and drift by wind, into hollywood, i rest.
but the harp invisabley plays us our exit music
for this film, it helped me escape, tonight.
outwards my insides reach, graspng my final peach, for now I begin to rest.</span>
<div style="text-align:center">
</div></p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub117.ezboard.com/btraversing.showUserPublicProfile?gid=tillybot>til lybot</A> at: 10/21/03 12:18 pm
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