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Untitled
Contributed by
Corruptor
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Thursday, 19th September 2002 @ 09:18:50 PM in AEST
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The night has troubled the waters tonight,
As above the sleeping heads of men
The rage of the moon screams bright
And her folds are lit with fire,
Her face burns with desire,
As she waits for the earth to sleep
And calm the dark and deep
Waters.
The moon will lay her golden path
Along the earths loneliest sands
And the fire and the wrath
Will be quenched in the moons heart.
Muses then will come to play
On the moons golden reach.
Then my friend, youll appear
As grain on the golden beach.
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2002-09-19 21:18:50]
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Re: Untitled
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by Lia on
Thursday, 19th September 2002 @ 10:38:23 PM AEST
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| Ya know..I don't think it really matters 'who' this is about. It's good... |
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Re: Untitled
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by Jason_Robert_Britt on
Friday, 20th September 2002 @ 04:45:04 AM AEST
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| Great use of words, it flows quite well. Very poetic. Great job! |
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