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by Odd D » Thu May 29, 2008 1:16 pm
The Scent of the Unattainable
By Davin Casey
I saw a shooting star tonight
Emblazoned on your forehead,
While moonlight danced upon the dew
Which settled on your perfect breasts.
The scent of love, sweet as honeysuckle,
So close, so far, and so intangible,
Overpowered by the odor of my rotten soul.
Waif it away with your citrus stench,
For samples, such as these, are all I shall ever have.
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Odd D on Tue Mar 01, 2011 1:14 am, edited 2 times in total.
"No one ultimately knows what they're saying anyway. Are we really making art? Art doesn't belong to us. It doesn't belong to people, it belongs to the universe. It comes FROM the universe. It comes THROUGH us. When I write something, I think I know what I'm saying, but I never pretend to know the full meaning of the words."
- Serj Tankian
