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pity
Contributed by
fortunesdancer
on
Tuesday, 10th March 2009 @ 02:32:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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the sense that fills us with resentment that lingers under our skin and wrenches our soul i see you lie there high as a kite you know the curse i carry from that december night a deterent but no not to you why! i plea i turn in shame as i see the shame wells in my eyes as you lie at peace i suppose for so long ive turned away but no longer your cries no longer were heard by me i failed you but your bugs were to deep to cure but heart remained pure it ebbed your soul blank to which my heart sank a single ciggarette dangles from your mouth a glazed peacful pallor gives a settled calm aura dusk floods in through the shutter the sky orange your soul in flight on this beauty of a march night a solitary bird fluttters gracefully twitterin elegantly just out of sight relief is pasted over your face i wimper and fall the smell makes my skin crawl i loved you my freind to the very end goodbye my paul
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