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Dec 31, 2009
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The Executioner's Song
Cruel are the words
that refuse to rhyme
in the subprime
darkness of the soul.
Blue was the inverted sea
before Descarte's
cryptic deadline
crashed like a guillotine
on the rocks.
Calm were the
surrendered waves
before terrified in the silence
of unscheduled blackouts
you sang your mournful song.
that refuse to rhyme
in the subprime
darkness of the soul.
Blue was the inverted sea
before Descarte's
cryptic deadline
crashed like a guillotine
on the rocks.
Calm were the
surrendered waves
before terrified in the silence
of unscheduled blackouts
you sang your mournful song.
— Heading South, Dec 31, 2009
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weirdelf
16 years 4 months ago
heroically esoteric
Heading South
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Dear Jess
Seren
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Dear Daniel
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Dear Jayne