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Post by sergosa on Oct 14, 2011 3:35:24 GMT -6
A world, inside of a stone, Is viscous and strict. All directions lead up To the bottom. A wind, in the starless sky, Drowns in fiery clouds. An armor came to life And became a pastor. A dead naked knight Is a city's executioner. A beautiful princess, With wooden arms, Sells cheap fish. A poverty-stricken dragon Asks for alms in a street. A world inside a stone. A colorless snowfall inside of it. A model of a world's indifferent soul. Is there something else? Both answers are "No".
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Post by vulture on Oct 21, 2011 23:48:24 GMT -6
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
I adore this, Grey Sir! Will be back to exalt it, too...
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