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spacial beauty
inert, lifeless
time finds hold
and rots the skin
pure heart cannot protect
sustain
no will can stop
decay

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momentary flux
ascension kills
gravity’s weight
shreds astral skin

Posted on Friday, March 8th, 2002 at 7:07 pm in purgatory | rss feed for comments| Leave a response, or trackback