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This Day Forward The Transient Effects Of Light On Water

turn the page another chapter not much different from the others variety is not an issue boredom is what you hate i am what you hate . . . i am everything

disgust. . . the only thing to feel gazing upon the ones i once called real to wake, live, and sleep in envy you love the ones who put on the show they

dead air and red lips control my staggered speech another breath and my eyes no longer reach choking on the glass that you once saw me through shattered

eyes glazed over another daylight dream cutting kisses from invisible lips a ghost coexistent to the touch of fingertips i have lost the my faith in

rest my mind on the thought of something not of this world searching for a place where dreams never die a place not of this world searching for something