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offline elated_caution from Duvall (United States) on 2003-04-17 22:57 [#00656160]
Points: 169 Status: Regular



Everything's shrouded in mystery, kept from me
We weasel out of situations
for what?
I ask you, nonetheless

The bible teaches great things to great men
yet theres is no book for the prideless
Modern life erases your memories from the past
yet destroys fondly kindled light magic
Before you boast
Before eighteen winds separate
into me

Standing on the pavement outside
blessed for having her understanding of witchcraft
simply take
simply me disease eye one
Take a dozen donuts and stuff your face full
it doesn't cause the magic
It doesn't cause a dread
nor causes another to explore one's self
Look upon them carelessly, for they are not in your stead
big tight cry



 


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