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balustrades dark-stained mahogany parapet crushed crimson velvet sedatives for a momentary lapse. marbled memories serve to intoxicate hidden under histories cast in violacious light pasts revisited on every dim horizon. the fog of morning, after clears and the bloodletting begins anew. Man bites the hand that feeds him the lie (his own), even still, he can only drain humanity of itself. | |
| - k. a. g. - | |
| writings even though words can often be misunderstood, it is still one of the best ways to get a point across. i try to use more artistic styles where interpretation creates thought. for more info on my writings, email the address below. writings@boldseed.com |
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