sinking back into a black, vacuous
oblivion
of starless meaning,
where light fades
to grey-
floating under an endless
ceiling
bleeding with bleak echoes
and somber tones,
blue souls
breathe in the vaporous mists
of a quiet
purgatory,
a mindless ecstasy
void of peace.
still night catches
with pale
hands,
the memory of breathing
and feeling.
in an endless tumbling
of words
and thoughts,
hunger and waiting
for what is never known,
a light that can't be shown
even after our last breath
is drawn,
and we are sent into a void
where sleep is endless,
and searching is in vain.
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celine's birthday soon soon 
ok shot op. 
concertina concertina lalalallaa.
hmmmm... 
Wanda
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