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Bluesy Socrateaser

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Joined: Thu Feb 26, 2009 6:14 am

A vision is all it takes
to fool a believer.
The price to pay
for discarding reality.
I was molded from your clay
therefore we looked alike.
I could take your place,
and you could take mine.
Ahead of us both is a divided line.
You walk along on one side,
and I must walk on the other.
Far below, is an inferno of reds,
oranges, yellows and blacks.
Somewhere for us when we fall,
when we reach the end of the...

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...Just being Bluesy

Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 6:20 am

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