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The Declensions of Agricola


...A smudge of unfortunate dust
that may have been only dust
.....an anatomical verisimilitude....
-no incompetence when it comes to killing-
nailing the wrists
is the only way
to support
the weight of the body
without its tearing loose.
Old images are hard to kill
and you can only dissapoint them.
You can never give them as much
as they want from you.
~*Praying for the ugliness to receed from me like muddied waters~*
mindless, deviod of purpose....
.....when you know
what tomorrow
is bringing....
you realize
your not given any choice in the matter.....
~i haven't the lungs for any cry as terrible as this~
by ~*Rain~* Copyright 2003, All rights Reserved.