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| smilesideways (profile) wrote, on 10-19-2006 at 12:52pm | |
| tin foiled beatened beats and obscure yellowed night lights, in the shape of our savior, are sold two for a dollar. the massive reaction to salvation at a price does no good for the aching of each muscle in her face. forced to connect with a human race, who can't understand the way she stands, killing each other at a steadfast pace, over land. from the formation of a last smile, lasting only a while, bites down her joints with no reasons or points. simplicity as its height, faced drained dead white, and knowing the only way up is to give up the fight. the grass is always green, just the way it would seem, and the ground is awfully warm. |
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