THE END OF ME.
a satire, if i noticed. when i start counting the pages,
endless, endless.
it's fear, that i've rejected. reborn-ation; adopted.
now, incubating. it's far more than me.
colors i see. notes i'd heard.
dismay, dismay.
i'd tore down the wallpaper. (scribbled notes on them)
where's my picture?
it's the end.
of me*
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Posted by Edison Justin Cross at 12:28 PM
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