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Blurred and broken lines. The charred stumps of ancient pines. Receiver of an ordinary life. A directive of outbound strife. Lost in a sea of shifting light. The way forward or back is severely tight. Crystalline formations of danger. The battered muse is getting ever stranger. Hope has ceased in circular motions. Drowned and swept in infinite oceans. You write because your mind is broken. Out of power. Insert more tokens.

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Date: 11/29/2009 6:33:00 PM
I like the last line!! FUNNY!!:)
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