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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

i sense impending doom.
my naked canvas stares at me with mocking contempt,
taunting me with the bitter truth of failure.
this shall be the token that will grant you entrance into my carnival,
as audience to watch the spectacular conflagration as i crash and burn.

scoop a cup of water from the ocean; there is no fish in it.
does this mean that there are no fishes in the ocean.?

its as if i came along too soon
you're trying to fit me in but you cant seem to find the room
its okay i'm better here
no one can hurt me in my atmosphere

dont you know who you are.?
you're my shooting star

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