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Disintegration |
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Jonas Senior Member
since 2000-03-03
Posts 796Oregon 
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A bag of bones, stumbling through the haze in offbeat reflection, losing what I wanted most. Taken away, one piece at a time, leaving dry husks of skin flaking away from cracked bones. A vulture in the corner mourns his loss; there's nothing left to eat but dust. © 3/19/01 And I lie here in bed all alone- I can't mend |
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