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Dec 10, 2009
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A Sliver
having dream's of a merry-go-round
with a horse riding jockey
the carnival of thoughts
moved on
from the Colosseum
a roar of lions
watched men
tearing tigers apart
spots in the stripes
brings with it the brutality
of mirroring blood
A breast of the Himalayas
the clouds were the ground
and the black of night was the day
and spinning my wheels
I drift the wall
and mice
wore tracksuits of cheese
usher me into the next show
make it the drama
of chaos
— Seren, Dec 10, 2009
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Kailashana
16 years 6 months ago
too much to say so i won’t
Seren
16 years 6 months ago
This ones fragments but i
Candlewitch
16 years 6 months ago
Dearest Jayne
Seren
16 years 6 months ago
Dear Sis
Electric Blue
16 years 6 months ago
sliver
Seren
16 years 6 months ago
Dearest Magz
Geezer
16 years 6 months ago
Sounds like...
Seren
16 years 6 months ago
Dear Gee
Kailashana
16 years 6 months ago
Jayne, well, I have been
Seren
16 years 6 months ago
Dear Mum