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![]() Burnt out landscapes seeking the truth in the modern escape -
with fountains leaking mysterious habbits.
The legend has been put back in space... |
oooh yeah
that revolution
that generation
your generation, anyway. |
It seems to me hat everything i see is graphic
Robin, she is an artist
wihtought a muse
who shall be her muse?
art is the equivilant of l... |
![]() Sanctuary dust left from the mornings husk
Wheels rolling back into space,
The day fading away,
the night joining the rat race.
Purity struck... |
![]() I think of you, and wish it were the real thing
I dream of you, and dream of you; when;
I'm dreaming the wrong thing.
I sing;I sing about you,... |
![]() A mistresses garden
it lacks the lovers poison
that welts on river buds,
frozen in late November
before the time of youth has grown
like prosp... |