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[sid] => 151191
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => An Indication Of Death
[time] => 2009-06-30 22:06:49
[hometext] => little different. hope you'll all enjoy it.
[bodytext] => i walked past my chalked silhouet last night i just had to see, if anyone would show up not a soul in site so i strolled down stokes but the welcome mat, didnt feal so welcoming so i knocked on the door and no lights went on i must not have struck the wood and as i went to knock again, my hand when threw the door an indication of my well awaited afterlife i let myself right in the house, walked in the kitchen returned the cutlery you lent me last night and i walked towards the basement were we parted ways but tripped along the way my body flipped down the stairs, from top to bottom and i landed on the landing, without a scratch on me we all wish we could avoid pain like that, but thats nothing from what i received the night before an inidication of my pure hatred i walked threw the door into the living room but you were nowhere to be found i looked in you room, in the garage, but no luck for me so i left and headed back to the chalked murder scene i decided to go by shortline and see what was in store, were we shared the first kiss remember? i sure do.. but crossing second i see the bonny and clyde car at full speed headed my way look past the dash and over the wheel, and the face is unmistakable a clarification of my T.O.D. because when the front end hit my body i went flying down the street, past the store fell right were kids were playing, with theyre chalks landed right in the perfect trace of my body so this tells me one thing, and one only that my death was planned out, and you were the mastermind behind the plan because nobody could have the power to lead me on then kill me quite like you just did... an indication of death [comments] => 3 [counter] => 205 [topic] => 13 [informant] => earsofdeceit [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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