"John Donne" <
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> "No man is an island, entire of itself...any man's death diminishes me,
> because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for
whom
> the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."
*** How 'bout this ;
The Sharp and open
Leave me alone
And sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted
Waiting
In the cold light
A noise
A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten
With spiders inside them
And dust on the lips of a vision of hell
I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year
A hundred other words blind me with your purity
Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance
I think about tomorrow
Please let me sleep
As I slip down the window
Freshly squashed fly
You mean nothing
You mean nothing
R. Smith
PC
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P e t r u s C y n i c u s
Gothic Philosopher
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"True friends stab you in the front" - Oscar Wilde