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theRealBombshell — well, anyway
Published: 2005-01-04 06:28:03 +0000 UTC; Views: 155; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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there is a smallness to the infinite hollowness of my heart.as if,
no matter how wide and shoreless i find the sea of my despair ,
i need fear catching cold more than drowning in it.
it only laps my feet.
as if,
alone in a desert of the mind,
i cannot even gather enough sand to fill an hourglass.
there is no poetic emptiness,
no tragic void in my soul.
just a troublesome gap,
filled with ones of twos and
other
useless things.
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ha..
this makes me think of how i am
in some moments of time..
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thanks.... i think everyone has days like that, you know?
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Not necessarily having one of those days...I seem to be living one of those lives.
The important thing is the 359 other degrees on my horizon.
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"alone in a desert of the mind,
i cannot even gather enough sand to fill an hourglass."
ooooh... that is smart. yes.
"there is no poetic emptiness,
no tragic void in my soul.
just a troublesome gap, "
ahhh.... that is familiar.
thank you for your thoughts.
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