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the death
Contributed by
fortunesdancer
on
Sunday, 16th October 2011 @ 02:51:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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the heat of the knife the one that was to rake his life in like winnings ligh blared out from a battered shade the howl. from grinnings emptyness inside eyes opened wide a ticking of a clock he couldnt mock his heart tore him apart
a blindman laughed with a cup. to the rattle of change oozing life down a drain payed swained and pained a groan pierced his drums and trickled from his gums
the deed as macbeth and beauty as hamlet tomorrow lies but death left only in sorrow and debt and trickled from his gums
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2011-10-16 14:51:00] (Date/Time posted on
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