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waste
Contributed by
Raive
on
Monday, 31st July 2006 @ 01:28:55 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Glowing touch of light dances as the stars proclaim beauty Earth within what we came from we turn into Rabid smoke billowing atmospheres Burning emptiness and useless creativity A waste of presence is observed as the priest slowly watches a last soul descend to hell
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Raive
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2006-07-31 01:28:55] (Date/Time posted on
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