sAyingsometHing

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2 Jun 2006

In silence are our whispers words
Miasma
An' whence th' ftorie vapors unfold
of words decrepit meanings told an' told
my feelings @ you foreign
for sure
we'll take our place
the scent of pollinated traces
aloof to designs de sign
signature purr between the hiss
and missiles techniture oblivious/oblivion [Rex]
Thro' Times submission (sense)
The elegance of seeing
eye to eye Too ToUcH
Labyrinthine
In words our truth would hurt to trust

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