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All my gods are dreams,
Deaf as the bones of those who conceived them.
And in their place is a thing so quiet,
A magnet for blade edges
And the kiss of a train.
A numb aching
Recoiling into a stillness that bleeds.
Full as a cup of space
And just as cold.
- by Lady of Whimsy |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/07/2009 |
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- Artist: Lady of Whimsy
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- Date: 01/07/2009
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- icefox5 - 03/16/2009
- ah..very ....vague...but for the next 5 minutes i've decided to give everyone 5/5 no matter what..and ur here ....so...for the next 3 min. 27 seconds i will be giving everyone i can find a 5
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- kikanawj - 01/10/2009
- Either very deep or I'm being my usual dense self.
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