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Life: Or the Absence Thereof

Posted on 2006.08.30 at 14:00

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Renegade
leonardii at 2006-09-02 05:50 (UTC) (Link)
Dark. I like it. Reminds me of another favorite dark poem...

Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.


-E.A. Poe

I would really like to hear the antithesis of how your words came about.
ehowton
ehowton at 2006-09-02 06:38 (UTC) (Link)
That question has been asked. I don't know the answer. And really, that's my darkest one to date.
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