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rina (profile) wrote,
on 2-20-2008 at 11:34pm
Current mood: drained
Music: metal fingers - electric president
Subject: songs your mother never sang you
i am an empire of sand
and stone,
smoke standing as a lesson in breathing and
all will fall before the day has begun

cities of word and streets of song but
any peculiarity leaves itself at the doorframe,
glancing in with voyeuristic

melodies pulsing through your blood-
lines, high notes hitting your brainstrings
and it tingles all the way
all the way

hands filled with ash,
made of fire
desert storm sweeping away desire,
fraying fragments, barely holding on
and the aftermath always leaves
the calmest chaos in its wake.
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