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Truly Terrifying Facts

I feel the beads rolling
Traversing
Dripping in the dull quiet
Hands quaking, unclenched
An empty thought, daily
The dry, dense air, my lungs frozen in True Terror
for what?
An eternal shade is perched casually
upon my windowsill,
the prospect of doubt.
To consider the intangible
is to
is

The question is answered
What is to be, but me?
Ponder the Unknown

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©13 November 2011 - 5:40pm — WillyJWilliamson
5 August 2013 - 5:32pm — lynpi
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look through any window

wot do u see

5 August 2013 - 5:33pm — lynpi
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here fishy fishy fishy

"hi"

5 August 2013 - 5:34pm — lynpi
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It's 3.33 am

this iz wotcha get

5 August 2013 - 5:38pm — WillyJWilliamson
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fuck!!!

Just got banned from poetry.com again!

5 August 2013 - 6:18pm — lynpi
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WHY????????????

not me?!  pleeeze NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

5 August 2013 - 6:19pm — lynpi
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FUCKIN' HELL -

FUCKIN' CUNTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

I'm writin' Kristin

5 August 2013 - 6:20pm — lynpi
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UCH - i don't fuckin' believe it

any idea?

5 August 2013 - 6:23pm — lynpi
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I'm having trouble getting on - 503

but when i do - i'll be stirring up some shit - I'll get banned TOO!  My huzband will rejoice!!!  (reJOYCE)