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relative escapism.


[today]Apr 29th, 2008 2:43:08 am - Subscribe

a sad condition:

I hide
to hold out

into each
singular constant

I dive,
to drown

I dive
to be saved

I disappear
to end it all

and to make you
notice I am gone.

but if any do,
none speak -

so I dive
edge over edge

hoping you will
witness my fall

catch me before
impact.

a sad condition indeed.

[I am]detaching at various seams.

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avatar tron

May 01st, 2008

Thank you for your comment endof. It is sad to see your words becoming so short, distilled to the point. I hope to see the longer, happier pieces that tell me you're in a better place soon.

Tron

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