Onion peels and seraphim
Twilight's nightshade weakens
A crinkle crinkle in the back room
A Chronic tingle in my temple
It never shuts off
The jester's gestures.
The heretics awaiting, my
Gentle blossom wanting
Fight the fire's desecration
A sacrilege often.
Don't see you, can't hear you
Reaching out and backing down.
Blase reunions when everything's a farce.
Break it down now, the breakdown.
Rescue
I will never seek the sweet again.
The voices creep
Hovering in the atmosphere
Nothing left to say
A renegade forgotten
Search the servant
Heavy heavy hearts.

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

ALL