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laughter..laughter..
Contributed by
wazarov
on
Friday, 21st March 2003 @ 02:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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sitting beside the brook
watching the hawk
while reading my book
remembering
those days when you were born
when everything was just gone
the dust was everywhere
the spinning clock won't stop
as you were crawling to the top
i feel the silence . . . before the violence
surrounded by these walls . . . i feel like an old owl
standing on those trees
watching the winter freeze
what are the things you are fighting for
what is the heaven you are looking for
what is this game that asks for more and more
and she saw me again . . . with my cold breath
empty of my soul . . . echo of laughter
through the air . . . echo of laughter
laughter and laughter . . . this is my only shelter
Copyright ©
wazarov
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2003-03-21 14:35:00]
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Re: laughter..laughter..
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by The_Phantom on
Saturday, 29th March 2003 @ 04:22:37 AM AEST
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So dark so tormenting, awsome poem.
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Re: laughter..laughter..
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by AngryPrincess on
Monday, 14th April 2003 @ 12:06:40 AM AEST
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wow thats all i can say...wow
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