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Mon, Jul. 31st, 2006 | 11:48 pm  ‏‏␦ recumbent slavezombie

I'm feeling really mushy right now
I heard the other day the world will end
I might have read it in a sign
does it matter anymore how and when?
the worst part of fearing doom just might
Be a failure to protect someone just met

When somebody has nobody doomsday's fine
`cause dreamers cannot measure time
I recall an age when some people said
s'matter son, cat got your tongue?
This cat's just evil, and that's no threat

expectantly observing the people come
and go. I wish I had a dioneae
to handle and fondle, neurish to bloom
an aurae scent emitting my palm
Then come what will. soon.

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