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Self she sees through others eyes: empty ghost unseen flesh she feels, hears own sighs still she walks undreamed. Untouched by other being, lost, illusion walking passing as an unheard wind a voice as silence talking. With each failure stone and mortar placed until the I in her was lost to other face. In vacuum chained away from sunlight bidden and the I in her among the shadows hidden. And so the need... grown strong with every starkness grasped the I in her as it wove them in the darkness. And then the two... bound tightly into being became the I in her as they walked through life unseeing. And now the mortar crumbling wall to free and the I in her... is drowning in the need.© ~6-98, RAC~
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Design & graphics by Whispered Dreams, though
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