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Thursday, August 31, 2006RenderingButchered at heart Here, standing still, I forsake the pain that wraps around my core. Cuffed to the floor Blinded by a saint A saintly masquerade, worn well, pretending while it feeds on its prey. A masquerade shelters the intent Cold hideous state Self-absorbed, the world their world, their ways.... Sign in to see full entry. |