| Not entirely satisfied | 04:20 am |
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Colors barely saturated, still waiting
And the pencilstroke hanging in the air
Invisible, but in the empty space like a prayer
Like abandoned architecture, left to the fall
Ominiously defined, like a great dead hall
And each brick and board seems to cry
Your minds eye; defy, deny, and I won't die
No music today.. I don't know why.
Current Mood: In denial
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