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myOtaku.com: sailorcrystal
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Wednesday, January 18, 2006
crackled roses
The life you live is dank
The viens of society boom around you
Infinately, my barriers are still set
Though this world is kind, a drink of empathy You, like ours still hold up the barrier on your soul Pain is to basic, an everyday occurence
Where are the miracles of juda?
Trust, even between lovers is scarce
The stakes are high, your hand is yet to be played Will you let down safety to touch individuality? Mraid not.
Seperation, segragation- are definations by basis
The world is still blocked. '
Rarely does the vendor of crackled roses,
show herself on the corner.
She is seen through the ages, if you are ready to touch, taste purity and equality
Purchase a rose, this gift is rare.
Running through infinity Searching for reality
Somehow still in a dream Looking for reason
You give the gift of crackled roses Finally you are free.
Snow, like the quiet of the world
silences all with swift blow
In this existence, the crossing is painful.
To live with a barrier in a dream is much better.
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You in the end, choose the become unique.
Mter the suttle breeze, something beneath the headstone shifted. Crackled roses laid across a white plane
Finally you are free
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