| Poetry.
The art of language. The movement of words.
everything's gone and it's all your fault i gave a world you could not destory now you leave all pity and blue why'd you ever mess with me why i'd ever messed with you destructions come now and we've been left to to faught they scare you left hurt much more the earth's all yours and i'm here to part -mumblings of a past notebook Saturday, May 26, 2001
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