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That night we talked
Contributed by
travisk
on
Tuesday, 9th November 2004 @ 11:34:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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Sitting side by side on soft Bedding stuffed into your loft Hearing something as we speak, I turn to see the wood door creak Something slips into this space Punishment for your beautiful face
He's dressed in dark cloak in witching hour Yet in my thoughts she makes me cower Thinking of what I must do soon after With drink I'll fade and half-crazed laughter Guiding me to my final end Seeing it coming `round the bend Of the hall that boasts of leaders proud And echoes my failures clear and loud
Laying down in fatal calm With sacrifice carved upon my palm
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2004-11-09 23:34:07] (Date/Time posted on
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