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Post by Sadi on Oct 11, 2004 12:29:16 GMT -5
Shadows spun like webs, intricate in nature, proved dark recesses of the soul. They marched on, completely unwavering, unaware of that which they stole. Mysterious was this tendency, being represented without a whole; But complete were they, in their own little sense, atop the grassy knoll.
You know, I have no clue what I was trying to accomplish with this poem. I think I saw a poem of my friend's and liked the philosphical nature of it and tried to capture that essence. But I think I failed, haha. No wonder the file name for this is "weirdgothpoem" lol.
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