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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

Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Gates

There are gates that I should pass through before reaching you.
Tall, strong, numerous gates.

Some have guards guiding it day and night.
With guns on their hands, marching to and fro.

Some are hard to open.
Squicking with every push.

Gates... all, made to separate me from you.
Gates... all, I intended to pass to be with you.


Wednesday, November 17, 2004

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