words, that bleed without blood. freeze without ice. burn without fire. kill without a sword. and cry without a single tear.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
point of redundancy
behold. pangs of truth twinged veins unceasing. bleeding rude out of lines hear it grinds poetize redundance, no surprise for all i care abhorrence overbears reckon similar ideas loathe that never lasts.
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