Oct 24, 2005 18:04
Oh, sensory world!
Cut it deep, pierce veil,
banish smoke.
This blade, for memory.
This, for clarity.
Cold wind lashes our eyelids,
and polishes HER,
ever the mirror of ourselves.
So Feel;
Live in this empty air,
and grow witty.
The Facts may not go with you.
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