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The Clock Stops Swinging
Contributed by
In_a_While
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Saturday, 30th April 2005 @ 02:24:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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cover me leaves
a wind blows unbury
these trees of disease
i dare not try carry
my heart is soft
like pudding of red
my thoughts drop off
like flies falling dead
dark company's here
and i offer it tea
i speak of my fear
what's bothering me
up up in the attic
my halo is noose
the silencing panic
of death cold abuse
then...
Tick tock, the clock stops swinging.
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In_a_While
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2005-04-30 14:24:20]
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Re: The Clock Stops Swinging
(User Rating: 1 )
by bttrflynajar on
Saturday, 30th April 2005 @ 02:42:01 PM AEST
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| this is very dark, and emotional, i can feel the emotion so strong, i really hope that things... arnt this bad for you. |
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Re: The Clock Stops Swinging
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by sride686 on
Sunday, 1st May 2005 @ 04:59:14 AM AEST
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| Great write with so much dark emotion and deeper meaning. Take care and know you have friends here….Steve |
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