Energy
By themetaphysicalhierarchy
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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Energy
it was I alone who loved
in reality
made my heart beat
a mystic blossom
stood empty
their very insignificance
illusion
of a sort of power
a spirit of morbid gloom
lies concealed beneath
witty dissertation
of fashionable life
bringing precise gratification
not my sonata
vanishing in the night
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