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Beaten Dog's Limp
Contributed by
damisyko
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Friday, 11th February 2005 @ 08:02:31 PM in AEST
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WHILE THE COLD GUN IS HIRED, THE CHILDREN DIE IN THE MIRE, THEY PLAY WITH THEIR FIRE AND FIND THEIR DESIRE... THE BATTERED SAINT BLEEDS INTO THE RIVER WHERE WE DROWN, THE DOGS WHIMPER AND CRY THEIR REPENTFUL SOUNDS... THE WOLVES HOWL, TEMPTATION IS NIGH, BOUND BY THE BLADE, OUR WRISTS HAVE BLED DRY... IN NIGHT THE DEED COMENSES, BLINDING OUR JUDGEMENT, TRIPPING OUR SENSES... SENSUALITY DERAILED, CONFUSION NOW GRIPPING, MY REVIVAL FAILED, I FEEL MYSELF SLIPPING...
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Re: Beaten Dog's Limp
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by allforyou on
Friday, 11th February 2005 @ 09:07:16 PM AEST
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wow, you really have A LOT of talent...you're one of my new favorites
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Re: Beaten Dog's Limp
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by Bleeding_Nightmares on
Saturday, 12th February 2005 @ 11:26:33 AM AEST
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| Short yet full on and with an intense depth and graphic, cool poem |
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