Tuesday, May 24, 2005

> create thyself

thy heart pounds fast and furious a faint whisper of rebellion of thy fates thumbing thy nose up at destiny i cower beneath thy false indifference and hope and wishwishwish for brighter days to come but i hold thy heart's breath for nothing is ever certain for both fate and destiny might still have their sweet wicked revenge yet i cower once more into thine cocoontomb and darkdreamdwellings of

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