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Title: Cynical Dreams Post by: Sulfurdolphin on October 19, 2004, 12:07:01 AM Fire burns our paper stars.
The voices In the midnight hours Proclaim the sorrows of there drowning oceans. The drowning oceans reach for our magnetic hearts but how will we feel? How will we see? The iron clanks as the stars, yet move there breathless steps into our, hearts. Once again the swords collide against the snail like coil coal, against the heart of heart’s, but who’s heart will feed on any institution? Daytime spews the sharpening coals of my Trembling heart for it faints and paints the Cynical tongue tied fears of pouring rain. It collapses not today! It collapses not for out of fear! It collapses not for the present though it refuses to collapse the conquering future. Written by Michael Jones Title: Cynical Dreams Post by: Brother Love on October 26, 2004, 06:26:04 AM :)
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