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Harold's Shoelace
Contributed by
boobies
on
Sunday, 15th June 2003 @ 02:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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talk me Christian talk me Sane i'm afraid of both i fear both lives
i fear all the lives i lived but i'm sure there was faerie dust
yes, i'm sure there was faerie dust transcending my transcendence
i broke free from the shackles burned Harold's shoelace when it grabbed my throat
i buried him in my yard
yes, i'm sure he's still there brainchild
Rain's exiled to Springtime
i called her Christmas though sweet as syrup in Winter shoes
walking Statuesque like this XXXXXX in my yard
yes, i'm sure he's still there
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2003-06-15 14:35:00] (Date/Time posted on
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