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By nothing Date: 2001 Nov 29 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.29.19.47.11534]] |
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claws open to snatch shoulders bashing cave on every pass tunnels in the morning come's out late at night to pray under moonless strait shun it of people walling it self away like it did its past but it couldn't last stars bright of morning brought back thoughts of highlit face graceful in shape with an inner glow and it all came crashing back how in deception it had lost everything to a bad call something it should have left alone thinking passion 'lone was enough to make it last tremble in the darkness soft breath heard to sigh on down twas once a mountain now tis dust is all its left claws scrabble in the shadows shoulders hunched to protect this living thing as it searches for nothing forever more |