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Henerala

Beneath the Ice
the ICE is floating with the freezing breeze
beneath it
...the chilling stops
...the heat goes up
...the water starts to boil
for there dwells her heart.
There, the ice melt into tears...



I hate materialistic people...
I am materialistic...
...I hate myself

I don't believe in second chances

Tuesday, November 02, 2004
My Senses

My senses yearns for something
Something i couldnt discern
A feeling of loss
A need i couldnt get

My eyes look for something
Something I couldnt see
A sight of darkness
Blindness

My ear listen for something
Something I couldnt hear
A sound of silence
Deafness

My hands reach for something
Something I couldnt touch
A sensation of nothing
Numbness

My senses yearns for something
Something I couldnt discern
A sense of loss
Longing


Tuesday, November 02, 2004

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