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[30 Sep 2011|12:43am] |
My eyes are arid and cold on a portrait's insides.
I am time-hardened wax and I can see wide!
Fungus and frost have fondled my frontside and I
- Did he wonder and wander in small ages?
Did he forget that I died?
He's older and ugly and a beautiful baby, he's retinal mist.
Far away, far away, leaning and twisting, I moan and I list!
Didn't he wonder?
I shall surprise him!
Did he forget?
I shall remind him!
Please hold my hand, beautiful, ugly man!
I've come untangled, but we shall find frost again!
Dizzy and turning, you never need walk!
I shall carry you, hold you, early and blinded!
My son is no burden, I'm ancient with sorrow strength!
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