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We are the dead
We walk amongst the living,
immitating their walk
but the listless eyes reveal,
anything
reveal
everything.
We are the dead
who live a life
a life sneered upon.
the livings listless eyes.
Their purpose is known,
the deads purpose is
to exist. We watch,
our lives, their lives
we are the dead,
we live, they follow.
- � M.G. 2004 -
Lost pair of panties
Where do you come from?
Lying in the snow, under
the tree. You look so
young
so soiled.
Were you lost in
fun
in
terror
Sheer terror?
If only panties could
talk.
- � M.G. 2004 -
Unnamed
This holiest of rages
has infiltrated my blood,
and not even the sweet
scent of bud
can put to peace
the tendencies of my mind
the sorrows in my heart
this dissipation
of my
soul.
- � M.G. 2003 -
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