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Nov 06, 2006 14:47


Stone Angels Cannot Speak

Mirror in my outstretched hand,

Show me who I am.

Mirror, mirror,

Little mirror, why can't it be that clear?

One thousand nights in silent waking,

Have I pondered this forsaking,

Misty dreams and easy answers,

Can't put faith on higher powers,

If there's nothing there to place it on.

Pedestals and marble angels,

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miss_polyglot November 8 2005, 19:02:48 UTC
I relate to this, a lot. I miss you!

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obsidianfigment November 11 2005, 04:14:51 UTC
I like this a lot.

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