Look into my crying wrists-
Do they not weep your scarlet blood,
Or has it become tainted?
And my polluted tears-
Are they the cause for your diverted eyes,
For now you are afraid
Of my sinful gaze.
You almost succeeded
In making me forget that
I am your child.
Until I hear
Our old clock ticking,
Softly rekindling
My fleeting memories.
And I wonder,
If you can listen
And perhaps remember.















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->thefifthorder`
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Imagination has no limit, Unleash your mind.
Very well written.
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If transform is to change your form, then does transparent means changing your parents?
"The thing about most of you youngsters these days is: you don't know enough to know that you don't know. . . you know?" ~ Shawn Michaels
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~Reality cannot not exist without fantasy~
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~Reality cannot not exist without fantasy~
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~Reality cannot not exist without fantasy~
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It is better to keep your mouth shut and let people think you're a fool, then to open it and remove all doubt.
Rejection I've gotten used to lol.
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