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By bdgrey
In the bleak, thee merky and vacant morrow, I will suffer a reluctant ambtion. The heart of my cherished, borrowed, so I will endure a hopeless mission. Over the grand and glorious valley of time, will I see nothing which I didn't already know. All emotions aside, I love my predetermined chime, but contradictions and hipocracy through my veins do flow. The clouds with all those little particles of lint, bring bliss to the impending confusion and regret. Regret? For an unalienable act of insolence, you are hell bent, and will win, so come, let's bet. Bryan This is another one I wrote ages ago. I never titled it then, so I won't title it now. Maybe it was unfinished. I just don't know. Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 15 2001 04:16 PM PST 17 • 0 • 12
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