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Post by Time_Spinner on Jul 4, 2005 15:34:46 GMT -5
note: add whatever u want, just make it flow...have a fun time!!
My life is a mirror days flow into nights breathing to each morning and dying in the twilight
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Post by Time_Spinner on Jul 5, 2005 14:34:49 GMT -5
It bleeds and it burns but brings pleasure at the same time killing our shadows flowing thorugh time
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Post by MirrorImage || egamIrorriM on Aug 20, 2005 0:00:04 GMT -5
reflect and refract, life does as it will show you the image becoming of the mind, bite and enjoy it, then throw out the rind.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Aug 28, 2005 15:34:46 GMT -5
It's like our own call reflecting what we refuse to see our mirror holds no secrets nor does it tell lies.
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Aug 29, 2005 1:26:33 GMT -5
oh, but it dies at the shut of my eyes its lights turn... flick the day will come when my eyes will not re-open
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Post by Time_Spinner on Aug 29, 2005 21:50:06 GMT -5
but then, it gives me a simple meaning to live but not without my own personal sacrifice.
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Post by ImpendingDoom on Oct 3, 2005 20:34:06 GMT -5
when the mirror is broken we see a distorted image of ourselves what one might confuse with chaos could really be a new found order
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Post by trappednopsswrd on Oct 5, 2005 21:58:49 GMT -5
We are so corrupted they say they want to end their lives given the chance, will they take it? swallow daimond shatters wither and let die.
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Post by MirrorImage || egamIrorriM on Oct 22, 2005 22:06:58 GMT -5
but live on in the cruelty of others, where you failed and they lived, guilty monstrosity parading amongst them, powerless as he is giant.
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Nov 8, 2005 0:46:32 GMT -5
Let live. Let die. Sing again, The glue is unstuck.
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Post by MirrorImage || egamIrorriM on Nov 13, 2005 16:10:53 GMT -5
but God it sucks to be human, in this world of animals.
and each breath spoken is a weapon out of spite.
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Post by inthisdarkcorner on Dec 1, 2005 17:06:50 GMT -5
But despite the monstrosities, we pick up the glass. It cuts our hands...we hope the pain lasts
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Post by Time_Spinner on Dec 8, 2005 22:20:55 GMT -5
Broken the line I'm still here don't save me save yourself, as usual.
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Dec 12, 2005 3:56:29 GMT -5
But I held out my hand, And you just ignored me. So how can you reject me, When it was done so surely?
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Dec 12, 2005 4:02:22 GMT -5
The mirror distored your picture, Your vanity in the only antedote now, As you make grunting sounds, When I suffocate you, You're head coming in contact with the sharads, One last time.
I rise from the floor, Whiping the splatters of blood, And perspiration, With a back hand, I saunter away, A long thin sharad of mirror, Trailing in my hand, Draging dirt and blood, Such a dity concoction, Behind me.
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