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i'm the opic illusion of your dream,
i'm the shadow forgoten under your bed.
i'm the ultimite nothing of your love.
i'm the air you breath back out.
breaking my heart open and spreading the dust.
breaking my teeth on those sharp edged tears.
breaking all my lies open and eating the insides.
Quality Non-existence is me to you.
Unique Nothingness is the space i take up.
relitive to no one, because
no-one is my name.
i'm turning back the clocks.
i'm the opic illusion of your dream,
i'm the shadow forgoten under your bed.
i'm the ultimite nothing of your love.
i'm the air you breath back out.
 Never Ask Dante · Wed Jun 20, 2007 @ 04:01am · 1 Comments |
