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Blacklight on to Blacklight dead.
Contributed by
Ripper_Something_Unusual
on
Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 05:58:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Liquid Ice, Flows down oesophagus pipes, When its over hyped, A buckshot- bother filled stain remains.
Un-payable price, Stabs backs like slender knifes, We all know the type, Only goes swimming if its in the rain.
Falsetto nice, Fooled more than a fool fooled twice, Just a bitter slice, Of jealousy playing a twisted game.
Buts whose to blame? Do we share the shame, Tossed in a breakdown lane, Paradise always 5 miles, No fuel.
Do they all have names? Coming from where they came, Makes healthy legs lame, So many different styles, So choose.
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2005-08-27 17:58:34] (Date/Time posted on
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