Author of quotes: Gregory Mark
The streams of our lives, which flows into round lake death
getting shallow. Getting closer to the empty looms the shores of the swamp.
Heavy boats with things over slowly wagging.
Over this sleeping earth, a lone pilot looking down from the plane.
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MegaMozg 31-08-2018 / 00:03
In right through me
flowing shower star,
the dirt and grime
for many years,
he washes away.
Until The Judgement Day
there is still time.
It's not too late.
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MegaMozg 31-08-2018 / 00:02
So: the result -
not to fail of the end,
but to continue the sentence fragments to weave
and listen to them to deafness,
prior to the outbreak of sense.
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MegaMozg 30-08-2018 / 22:02
