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[cyacide]

hello every body....
*waits for response
HELLO Dr. NIck
puppet pecans
dance around my fingers
with the friction of
roland
bullet hypnotics
twisting caress
weaving dreams and nightmares
uttering memories
and speaking truth
through the door of subconcious
the weaver
of which
skilled hands from which blood doth shed
blood as well as touch
love's
the embrace warm agianst its antithesis
the cold sheet of apathy placed
over ones self in the heat of war
connectoin one man
one mind
two hands
hold power
concious subconcious divided
conciouns hidden well underneath
the scars of logic