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On LimitationsI want to convey to you a sound, Voices I cannot recreate by any means, a train Going by and your whole house shivers.On Limitations
You know without thought the timbres of Men or women or children, you know What they are feeling and that
Their voices remind you Of swagger, of the sea, of long nights. I want to Convey to you a sound,
A wild cat scream that seems Close enough to hold your hand and thunder Grey and far and wide.
by ~Unundelirium
Waiting for Rainnobody's clothes fit. Hands are too much heaviness and bones, mouths empty and dark.Waiting for Rain
Things are falling out of us, secrets from our jaws, and
exsanguinating abruptly on the floor.
Clouds have always been taller than kings. The city will always be brighter than the stars, the bells as wide as thunder.
Things are falling out of us, hearts from our chests, and leaping like a fire for the world.
It's not sadness, I'm just saying no one's been here in years. Everybody's hair is falling out and
by ~Unundelirium
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<caveatLECTOR>and jon beat me to uranus LOLOLOL
<concrete-surfer> your mom depreciates in value as she's traded
<intangebility> o man. pink is singing sweet dreams on tv atm, and madeline says "string trees are made of peas?"
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I wander and wander along,
And forever before me gleams
The shining city of song,
In the beautiful land of dreams.
Your work is pretty interesting, now that I'm here and I've had a look around.
Keep it up!
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Do you ever wonder whether sometimes, lying there at night, the Queen pulls the covers right up to her chin and calls out to her husband "Look, Philip! I'm a stamp!"
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God was my co-pilot, but we crashed in the mountains and I had to eat him.
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