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Somewhere,
inbetween the unattended spatter of a masquerade,
truly lay scenes of
shivering fortitude kneeling
or quivering lips delving
deeper
into cerulean melancholy.
but, in (y)our somnolent world, those with postmodern bodies direct (y)our sentiments
-using cleverly, witterly-designed, redundant [but who notices?] rhetoric -
towards believing that those
em ty pl ys
aresolidoutright
and are what we
exist
to mock.
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i would say that i could recognize neither it nor myself
btw, senior quote: "Where are we going to on this Expotition?" - Winnie-the-Pooh
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Gasp, I did not know that you had a Blog. =o
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