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Room of Dark
Contributed by
SmokinJoeEvil
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Monday, 13th January 2003 @ 07:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I sometimes go to my room of dark
Where no one else sees, no one else hears.
It's walls are painted passion,
The floor all of want.
A table in the center
Serve's as sanity's pedastal.
Echoes heard here are all too loud,
Maddening at times, frighteneing forever.
In one corner myself
In the other everything else.
I find out today
What little I have left.
Copyright ©
SmokinJoeEvil
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2003-01-13 19:20:00]
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Re: Room of Dark
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by Tanna on
Tuesday, 14th January 2003 @ 12:55:36 AM AEST
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You're on the mark here Joe. Love it! One question though. Is it madness, depression or just life?
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