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frozen edges,
dissolving visions,
shades of what we used to be.

take my hand and dive with me,
into death, the end, the stars,
the void.
take my hand and die with me.

Reborn...
delivered from this sphere of agony.
Despite tyrannic bounds of apathy
we arise.

Claim the day.
Our time is now.
Let's make it fucking count this time!

No regrets.
(nothing left to lose)
No secrets.
(nothing left to hide)
No feeling.
(nothing left to hate)



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On Thursday June 9th, 2005, Mr King (624) writes:
post apocalyptic revolutionary words... your suffering is epic... all of my work I offer you in the name of healing... we are 1... Love, Seth


On Wednesday March 23rd, 2005, Soulfire (112) writes:
I love the last lines of this poem, they flow very well. Good job.



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