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the spread of a malignancy in the vast sweep of a chained revolver.
Searching on my own for sustenance and relief,
My revolution is secular in it's naming.
Hooked on stereophonics,
injecting the drumbeat into my swollen vein, tapping the rhythm, tapping the nerve ending.
So can I understand your avant garde ensuite?
I shall remain between the stones, ready to repel the sanctity in my chest.
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Sunrise blinking like a harassed alarm clock,
Another trip over the mountain,
another dash across the lake,
another loss in the forest.
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a fortress built of the cold snow,
standing out the blizzards
and the wind
only to fall
when summer comes again
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Doar - I'm not even going to try and add anything poetic to this page...but but your writing does have a nihilistic ecstacy to it.
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hmm.....nihilistic_ecstasy huh? i guess that could be an interpretation. maybe it does, although i've always thought that sometimes i climb out of the depressed drivel i spout and actually write something (i feel) beautiful. but again, that is just my own persoanl interpretation.
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yeah.
hey man. You got something there.
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what's it to you?
who
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