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Feb 23, 2005 20:56

the father said he was here to support, give life and back it throughout, now he has fallen and left without consort, into the truth and the lies come out, he was raptured by nature, faulted by time, cracked by his own that had to take his drink to denature, he was alone and seldom by the bottle finding blank space sublime

a white and labeled sky, stamped into the life, no notice payed, no notice earned, only missed as the father's rye, a blankness to fill in what took to the knife, a threat to the self disarrayed, just let that liquid flow and savoired the burn

a solution that could pour and become inside glass to glass, a bite to the mind the stunts the speech and block the past, yet a death to one's body and soul, a splinter of mind partial from whole

the tree retains strength yet falls by the blade, the human continues to live but wishes to die for what they made, a rock may fall forever but never sheds it's form, a man by the bottle can drink to the death and still find discorn

simple solution to constant flow of the problemed, the drink can be a constant flow and still keep them condemned
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