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Subterranean Homesick Alien

By Ashley Bright

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"Glorious abductions" An abstract prisoner once knew his way As his "her" delays an immortal journey Of knowledge wriggling in wine With hands of blue children And mother's of bastard clonings Before you, lying broken and forgotten A star in heaven A truth hovering above museums Lonely being, hemorrhaging with the flowers Our pretty little fiend Sending me into space...sending me Drowsy, drunk in Eden "Not an alien"... You'll never be known Thawing out your cynical babe Despondent upon disorder As your pearly sky melts crimson fear I'll call out to you... "I thought You Knew me well"?! Our shy impulsive emperor I like to call him Godonce again...the title taken from radiohead :) what can i say...i'm a big fan :D :D :D ...ashley Written January 13th, 2002 © on Jan 13 2002 04:13 AM PST    18 • 0 • 13

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