November
Thursday 27 December 2007 photo 1/1
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You said,"The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty.Bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence of blue and gray.Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.But still we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the Earth like a message...
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