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Post by Man in Black on Oct 10, 2007 4:07:22 GMT -5
Transposed This effete city drinks my energy a million engines start to scream there's a crowded sort of emptiness with a lack of blue and green And the gray chokes off the joy as the poison puddles up eloquently making toasts while we're holding busted cups But there's power in these teardrops warmth in a given touch and this importunate progress doesn't seem to matter much Find worth in what is shattered or the vacuity of wealth for the strength is in the fragile who finds magnanimity in himself PM 10/10/07 [/center]
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Post by lanaia74 on Oct 14, 2007 6:34:22 GMT -5
WOW! Mouth wide open! Speechless!
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