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Reality is Fantasy's Nonsense

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ChloroformBoy

Published: Nov 10, 2009

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Literature Text

The Living believe in Death,
for what must live must end.
The Dead believe not in Life,
for what ends, starts not again.

H O W E V E R--

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if Death reflects Existence,
my legs shan't cross
the mirror's one-way bridge.

but if my heart fell through the glass,
why leave it on the otherside?

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blood-sucker-vampire

Jan 3, 2010

Fearful symmetry!

I love this one, it gives a very nice...view? If you could call it that.
It just makes me think, which is awesome

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