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Friday, May 5, 2006


   la petite mort
a poem

my what a plight
miss scarlett white
what will happen now
how was it back then?
even though it was too old
you see it different now
cant runaway and forget
the tunes will change
so far away
she cant come visit you today
what has gone now
may never come back
stuck listening to the same
A track
fate smile kind.
---------------------------- my "rant"
pervading despair, lurking close at hand always now, bones chilled constant, too soon you'll be nostalgic, the child's broken toy, ugly color! you must have thought on this, and, deciding it was for the best, went ahead, thinking you were happy, but everyday your skin yellower and your eyes redder. if youre really happy why do you look like death? not so anymore? well he was pressured into it? maybe. maybe not. you know what you were hoping for. but with this new development it pushed you to the edge and realization hit. noone will ever be the same. doomed to life alone right. but maybe thats what you really want. maybe just seeing that makes you jealous. stay the truth. satisfaction is death. satisfaction is death. satisfaction is death. thats what he said. take that advice.

sorry about the longness. ~xaijian~

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