| From death comes life. The Phoenix reborn. |


thorazine shuffleshuffling slowly down the hall confusion melting from the wall fragment of a distant past flickering light dimly castthorazine shuffle
doors are all closed statues grotesquely posed not a sound to be heard the bard devoid of word
old man shuffling seeking the way dreams of coupling making him stray
prisoner in time his life a mime no sense or rhyme feelings sublime
no heart no soul too old
too cold


Queen Anne's Fall From GraceThe acrid bite of antiquity Is lodged within my throat Waiting there impatiently Until ambition chokes.Queen Anne's Fall From Grace
The rusted crown of irrelevance Graces a torrid life Not one word of condolence To ease the burning strife.
Like despots of religion I, too, will meet my fate Who will laugh with derision If I am burned at stake?
Too many lives are lived with lies Too many hearts have broken eyes And some can overcome their birth But in the end all turn to dirt.
Please say there's meaning after all I have my pride and now I fall.
how's going?
we haven't spoken for so LONG!
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[link] And *tap-tap* said the weasel as he sliced his head off. *Traditional-Artists
Louise
ps: remember me, tahnking you for the sub you gave me when i first started on da
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To leave is to die a little; It is to die to what one loves.
One leaves behind a little of oneself, at any hour, any place.
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''Ci eu în lumea mea mă simt
Nemuritor si rece."
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hope it helps
--
''Ci eu în lumea mea mă simt
Nemuritor si rece."
--
To leave is to die a little; It is to die to what one loves.
One leaves behind a little of oneself, at any hour, any place.
--
''Ci eu în lumea mea mă simt
Nemuritor si rece."
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