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Post by joesnuff on Jun 1, 2002 2:28:04 GMT -5
I lived like ceremony, Used to stare at the pillars The offenders fainted and weep, lipping the lyrics <br> They were singing like stones Until it's me who was left all alone To consider, a verse for a sinner <br> <br> I dreamt of fields of grapes, disturbing visions But the bloody wine fascinates, We drank to forgiveness <br> I was pushing the stone As if Charity left in a midnight breeze In winter, coldest of whispers <br> And some say, I'm howling with wolves But I do think, this is very good news That you'll be there and see me through <br> <br> Can't you hear those sweet bells ring, calling to glory Covered in leaves and string, naked adorning <br> There's no love without pain Does your weakness restore Bones of bonfire wars In winter, across a great river? <br> <br> j
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Post by luceluna on Jun 1, 2002 8:10:58 GMT -5
as always, i can only think of four-letter words to describe my reaction to your stuff, joe. awesome
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Post by luceluna on Jun 1, 2002 8:11:44 GMT -5
i mean that in a good way, lol. like, "FUCK! that's good!"
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Post by dirtgirl on Jun 1, 2002 20:17:53 GMT -5
yeah, I'll second that! 8)
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