TIMELESS
a place without sound ,or time without structure , critizism or praisethat is where we're looking fora place to be nobody but mepoetic patterns and linesnot in this place , no patterns exist here here is so quiet that its screamingscreaming like nails on a chalk boardor the feeling of porcelin on your skinyou get that shiver that shiver of disgust comes across your face when all believe perfection exists only jealousy is revealed turning a once profound intelligent girl into a b a s k e t. c a s e. *
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