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Published: 2004-07-14 11:26:33 +0000 UTC; Views: 89; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 5
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laughing as passersby taunt me. the inside struggles to be released. i fight against it. hoping to calm the rage within.Related content
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Miliucc [2004-07-21 12:56:21 +0000 UTC]
Many ways for that to appear.. Look but do not see, touch but do not feel, and taste, but do not eat.
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marilynsalterego In reply to Miliucc [2004-07-21 18:50:30 +0000 UTC]
many. many. ways. ~smiling~ tis a wise observation.
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Miliucc [2004-07-18 12:27:33 +0000 UTC]
Ashade for covering oneself. Apart of the world more thought of differently. This is the thing that made them great, that made them so deviant to me.
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marilynsalterego In reply to Miliucc [2004-07-20 17:37:57 +0000 UTC]
they try to cover but are lacking tremendously.... for the tarnish which engulfs is abundant. tis true, thought of differently, atleast by some. those who look to them for guidance and pray to them for forgiveness. my transgressions i spill onto the petals and laugh as they roll down the stem onto the ground. bubbling against the dirt beneath. tell me, dear friend. how is it that you release your demons? onto the world.
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seednumb [2004-07-14 16:18:59 +0000 UTC]
perceived beauty through the eyes of madness. snapshot of something that never grows angry, never prays for anything too just stop existing.
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marilynsalterego In reply to seednumb [2004-07-16 16:56:33 +0000 UTC]
atleast on the outside.... without the ability to think or feel. or our own misunderstanding of what actually happens within the shallow green film which pulls it forth.... madness is our perception of whats inside. the flower knows not of what we fret, nor does it seem to mind that without regard for the beauty it spills onto our landscape we pluck it mercifullessly to merely toss it away in a few days.... the true madness with this lies in everyone. including the flowers.
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