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[Sunday; 6.4.06] [11:01PM] Felt patterns serenade on the shrubery and earth below Time stands aimlessly to reflect your own varied standard Shards of dialogue gone blurry under the mothers veil Signature swept into emotional upheaval to display muffled tone Spread like fungi to disclose the secrets of kingdoms come Island hopping in attempts to bottle a storybook paradise Nitroglycerine marking the punchline of a fatal attraction Sideturned cosmic manifestation in the way of our intake Counting rotation in the bridge of a relied formula Mental exhaustion at the possible outcomes of chance 1 Stole Your Wallet.

[Sunday; 6.4.06] [10:58PM] Grouped sordid icons of my tried true salvation Representation of childhood spent in sarcasm and carefree laughter Burnt roots mingle with the fresh cultivation of summers offering Stretching lungs to capacity in the hopes of finally waking Language permissable to the traveller as a missing puzzle piece Drawing familiar shadows to parts of the culminations movement Paid homage to the searing lullaby creeping in the minstrel Prayers wofting in the teardrops of a thought gone passe Unnatural eye contact flowing smiles of a cherish lymmerick Each voice grows quiet in the search for someone else Stole Your Wallet.

[Thursday; 6.1.06] [1:45AM] Old connections arisen based on chance of speech survival Miniature collapsable current embelished for the change of silence Softly mentioning the difference between your eyes and the perceptions Risen anew to the ambiance of shaking a weighted solidarity First touch as signal to a break in the peacocks stride Solace for the weary in the facade of genuine infatuation Songbird chorus left to sort the messages brought by opposing sides Enjoyment in the cherished thought of a memories afterlife Charred warehouses to room the conflicting details of hence removed Seeking to destroy the ambiguous distance in a clocks frantic dance Patterned to repeat a shared concurrence in the dreamers picture Caught looks and arm brushes make the happening into gold sought No matter but a constant noose in the hangover of beaten dictionaries 3 Stole Your Wallet.

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