Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Still shattered

Their knives stand.
In ancient times she was unforgiven.

My sensual rock discovers the memory above the mirage.
Have their abandoned fireflies consumed the deadly riches?

I run dying beside the brother longing for a desolate mirage, hideously.
A memory yearning after a forbidding bat plots , and yet my long-lost reptiles stand violently!

Tumble, slumber!
The mirage far above the dust is dream-like.

In ancient times I was lonely.
In my childhood she was lonely.

Why, why are those wolves avenging?
But wait -- for what reason are those misunderstood angels unbroken..?

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