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Post by Veritas on Feb 15, 2012 14:47:01 GMT -5
The splendor of the earth is often mistook For an all-nite diner slash strip bar! Least ways through the eyes of the american dream! It's an odd sensation ... Possibly even bewildering...
Being part of the whole, yet far removed Aware of what's going on around you But, somehow... a spectator... I see through far more than windows In my mind Time & Space Coalesce into a single shape ... And then, it breaks
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Feb 18, 2012 13:31:06 GMT -5
I love this Veritas.
Break a window, take a stroll, laugh, cry, make a bid. It is not the destination that matters, all is broken in the end, but the journey we keep. A spectator or specter I cannot decide but I’m tired of being a voyeur.
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