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the plot i claim is not yet mine... that Divine Supremacy which will not have me: too young, too rash to understand the plight. Desire, unrelenting, cradles my thoughts... Filters them until nothing remains but YOU, Perfect perfection... Beyond ideal. Although what IS cannot be, it struggles on demanding only a leap of faith. A gesture of some kind to prove its deniable existence. The Enemy: dubbed TIME. The Adversary: christened LOVE. Upon the bloodied vanguard of a war named "you", they prepare for battle each surveying the other. With outcome unknown and purpose unfaltering, LOVE advances against the foe: moment of truth hour of agony.... time bleeds into nothing1997...sometime, written several years ago. i believe i was 16 or 17. something like that. it is VERY atypical of what you'll see me writing these days (IF you happen to read anything else that i've posted, that is) Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 02:59 PM PST 0 • 8
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"the plot i claim is not yet mine......"