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Thursday, September 22, 2011

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Mechanical Existence

Posted By: Wicked Witch of the East - 3:15 PM

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Cloaked in darkness, she comes, concealed as light.

She's arrived. Rush! Its alive...

beating like a drum...inside.

Mechanical parts...

powered by poppies,

driven by madness.

Step inside.

Enter sadness.

What does that look like? You know you thought it before I even mentioned it.

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revelationsOctober 23, 2011 at 8:21 AM
I did...:)
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