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Date Posted: 12/15/04 12:12:46am
Author: Gray Squirrel
Subject: Bell

Bell

Electric shears to severed kisses,
Wished upon a star too far,
This mortal war with
An immortal story untold;
Refelt, refolded like the
Lord is old.

Quantum packets that
Track the soul,
And rolling, roll on!
You damn roll away stone;
Thank the Devil that
That stone was stolen.

When the war is won,
Let the winner move on,
Let the losing survivors
Rekindle their hopes,
And those who can't cope,
And con men, still groping;
Leave them bound to their ropes.

We are whiskers and breath,
With our death after death,
Where our tears flow to stillness,
And our flames flung to passion
Flare away... and then end;
Call them days, call them years,
Cast away to a runaway wind.

-Gray Squirrel

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Re: Bell -- Dimon, 12/15/04 11:52:57pm
Re: Bell -- B, 12/19/04 5:55:06pm

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>Bell > >Electric shears to severed kisses, >Wished upon a star too far, >This mortal war with >An immortal story untold; >Refelt, refolded like the >Lord is old. > >Quantum packets that >Track the soul, >And rolling, roll on! >You damn roll away stone; >Thank the Devil that >That stone was stolen. > >When the war is won, >Let the winner move on, >Let the losing survivors >Rekindle their hopes, >And those who can't cope, >And con men, still groping; >Leave them bound to their ropes. > >We are whiskers and breath, >With our death after death, >Where our tears flow to stillness, >And our flames flung to passion >Flare away... and then end; >Call them days, call them years, >Cast away to a runaway wind. > >-Gray Squirrel
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