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Conspiracy 11:05 p.m. 2005-12-04 Tonight i watched a million flames guttering in the storm of intangible utterances and the desperation to say what they've been meaning to say. Tonight I witnessed the futility of eloquence and the deliquency of our hearts. As the candle shades our final whispers as the night fades to black we can almost hear the cry. And all i wanted to do was scream so my oxygen could feed those flames and we could all end as we're supposed to end. Good night neverender back & forth |