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made this
Contributed by
surge_joebot
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Saturday, 4th December 2004 @ 11:06:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Made up faces
Run down places
Going nowhere
Lost in this fear
Torment slowly
Laughing madly
Drowned in silence
Called for parents
Taking lives now
Humans so foul
Lonely pleasures
Feeling tethered
Eyes wide open
Killing for them
Hitlists in blood
Dead in the mud
Bruised of pale skin
Take the life, it is fin!
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2004-12-04 23:06:30]
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Re: made this
(User Rating: 1 )
by Kindredblood_dragon on
Saturday, 4th December 2004 @ 11:10:36 PM AEST
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| Different, though it still flowed, painted with visual and torment, a cool poem keep the words flowing. |
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Re: made this
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by Essentially9 on
Saturday, 4th December 2004 @ 11:55:36 PM AEST
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| i loved the flow in this. interesting thoughts. |
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