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by ALITTLEaLLie   Jun 23, 2006


Words divide in two
separating definite reality

putting cases of hope in reclusive stacks pilled from corner to corner.

and the depth we fear
we pull from our ultimate cores and wish for the best
which sometimes amounts to nothing
and floats into the molten abyss
dissolving
and
separating

Defining the ultimate
and leaving the rest.

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