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Last Thrill: Conscience
Contributed by
ediii
on
Tuesday, 9th January 2007 @ 08:20:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Who knows how this is gonna end
Maybe i will leave this land.
Maybe your my hand will hold
and pull me through this white green cold.
And maybe I will sane my keep
and to death opened eyed will sleep.
Dreams bring out the biggest thrill
of the fairytale with magic mill.
And if you my friend go,
your body covered in the dark snow.
But when you're only with virgin snow
and the colors on the flowers grow
please recall the name of me
and the chokes I've had with thee.
How accurate our memories are
when a moment is like a passing car
it comes and it's gone and it leaves only dust.
How do we believe that what happened was a must?
Vague is term of memory your.
As long as you walk down the corridor
and see the steps in the end
you are still in for the band.
If you see the slow descent
then, oh my, your mind is bent.
Watch out for that stage of lost
as very high might be the cost.
And since this no end posseses
I won't keep you out guessing.
Copyright ©
ediii
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2007-01-09 20:20:12]
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Re: Last Thrill: Conscience
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by Zajabalaj on
Tuesday, 9th January 2007 @ 08:32:08 PM AEST
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| dude(tte), that's awesome! i thought i could write, and i see this and mine looks like crap lol |
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