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Broken Mirror

Alas there i am big fpur oh harriet i see no master plan father who are you today mother was a mistress a doctor now a maid you said the children were putting apples in the lemonaide stand and you sia why not limes like cats and thats when it beagan the trump of the taking of power Broken mirror scattred cards on the wall of mindcrafted clandestine secrecy of knowledge study me closely read the books and step into the shrine Broken mirror i will saty here until the end of time re readin re writing studying until my return to figure out what it was that i did wrong broken mirror we love you soo much and more broken mirror you think you found me but really im not here nor there subconcious snivellings whinings pinings cryongs doubtings of the literate soul Broken mirror broken mirror since the beginning of the language of the souls of echoes and the one who could hear who echoed back broken mirror broken mirror i know i am not alone broken mirror broken mirror m I to ares or ess

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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