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Playing in the Dark Park
Contributed by
Nardo
on
Sunday, 6th March 2005 @ 11:46:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I pull Darkness over my shoulders like a warm well knitted quilt each thread pulled by a splinter from my boney hands. Dancing in fountains of blood red velvet sickening roses and ruddy wine I feel the rush like Nightmare on the wind with hooves of FIRE. I tip toe over tombstones spiders left out bones and sleep among the howling cats. This is no gothic wish this is truth dripping from fangs and lips of white. For I truly live among the dead.
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Nardo
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2005-03-06 23:46:36] (Date/Time posted on
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