Bought with half fire, radiance- a splendid shadow. Concentrated on a single touch, balanced nightmare of former realities. And in all of this there was a brutality- wide, like the world, cast within a small point of ignorance. Yet I could not submit to the gleaming edifices, glass faces taunting me, destroying the wisdom of the pneumbra. Am I, alone, chained to this place- Pointed, even balanced, on recollection? I cannot give in. I am not alone! <font color="red"> If you would like to submit some of your work to The Zone..., please check out the web site here and submit via e-mail.</font color><br><br> <font size=4> <a href="http://www.angelfire.com/co2/carlmill7">The Zone...</a></font size>Birth sign: Aquarius
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