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 Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 1:06 am
I couldn't think of a name for this one. Maybe you can?
Anyways here it is:
No longer have I any doubt
That my sanity is long worn out.
For as I look about on this aphotic night
All I see is boundless light.
Hope: It's a charming kind of poison
That I'd not savored since the stainless days of youth.
So I cannot help but wonder:
Is this blunder or is it truth?
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 1:17 am
I would call it: Assurance that their must be doubt.. because you say you have no doubt but in the end you doubt, or wounder, what hope is... or maybe: How to know...
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