Thursday, February 19, 2009

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  2. I HAVE NOTHING, SAVE BUT A GASP, BREATHE OFT AIR MOLDERED AND SORDID, LECHEROUS BLACK VELVET LUNGS WAFT WINDES NO BETER, WISPED CROWNETH HAIRS LOST A'FALLING DOWN TO NEUTRAL EARTH, SHRIVELED EYES AS HARVEST FORGOTTEN, WANT FOR TEARS AS I PEER INTO THE VOIDED BOX OF LORN BLUE GLOWTH, MINE ASHEN TOUNGE IS DRYE, MY LIPS ARE CRACKEDED, WRAITHEN HEART TRYES, HEARTH GONE DARK, HARDSCRABBLED FINGERS BLEEDE AS I TYPETH THIS WITHE WITHERED CLAWES, AND THE GROUNDE HEARE IS COLDEN AS DETHE, DRY BONES CREAKINGING WITHE EVERY DESPERATEH INCHE I CRAWLEN, GRASPING FORTH LIFE IN THIS DARKENTH DANKEETH HOLE. DOTH MERCIFULLETH SK8BORDEN ENDE MOCKETH ME NOW?

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