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Wednesday, August 13, 2008


The purple shadow
Did cast its spell
On the unending
Desires of a forlorn heart

The strands twisted
Turned, struggled
For freedom ....

Which was yet to come
And force
The desires to bow
In front

The premonition of life
The prehensile life
To sway...
Succumb to the truth
Of Coma

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