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Bogs of the InfiniteVoid of spatial arrangement; a sea of people throb Gasping and shouting in my reverse. A dimly lit moon fades upon their sweating eyes. Forcing elbows to glaze off my face, I still press on without luck. Losing steam and It's so coldBogs of the Infinite
No trees in the distance, no buildings Just darkness and toes to toes. I climb above to view the millions of rushing bodies Billions of flailing arms. And yet, out of my right eye I see a faint yellow burn on the horizon.
I retained after I sunk beneath once more, Maybe it was a small fire, like a pinhole
by ~TheFinalExile
EnterI said I wanted to sleep. But that's not howEnter
I meant. I meant Sleep is only a dream away.
I believe it was today I spent. I spent Trying to disallow And reject that deep.
You followed me into the dark. Why did you? How could you? Was it a disillusioned spark? Don't
Parallel what I've been through.
I can't sleep In my rusted boat.
by ~TheFinalExile
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- Current Residence: Limerick,PA
- Interests: Running, Art, music
- Favourite movie: Fight Club
- Favourite band or musician: Tool, Failure
- Favourite genre of music: Dark Metal
- Favourite artist: Rembrant
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe
- Favourite photographer: Dan Bennett aka d---b
- Favourite style of art: Abstract or Sci-Fi
- Operating System: Windows
- MP3 player of choice: Zune
- Wallpaper of choice: Revival
- Personal Quote: How can you get dry if you keep treading water?
- Tools of the Trade: PS
- AIM: taborxc24
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under "popularity contest" line....
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I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do any thing. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more.
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