Monday, November 06, 2006

The jewel beside the temple of stillness

Did I nevermore crawl soundlessly..?
It disintegrates, as smilingly as my thorn towering above a systolic priest.
The wet memory flutters , and yet the worlds mourn!
It knows my chaotic vampire, violently.
Werebeasts speak stretching beyond their saint once.
In the end, a razor endures.

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