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Post by EvolovE on Nov 14, 2003 16:29:43 GMT -5
i think im running out of air theres a carnival in the graveyard tonight where the clouds are full of poison and they fall on my skin leaving tiny holes erasing my legacy nothing hurts nothings right i have nothing turning to the left i get on alright and the ride is dark i dread strawberry colors im no longer afraid because i've held on so tight ive crushed them it covers me and i try to find comfort in the darkness where i am no longer your misanthropy majesty with only one match.. only one chance to burn
lovE
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Post by Daemon Rose on Nov 14, 2003 17:01:54 GMT -5
Wow nice poem.. Anyways welcome to the site..
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Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on Nov 15, 2003 15:10:34 GMT -5
Yes nice poem and welcome!
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Post by Pixie on Nov 16, 2003 23:24:43 GMT -5
Welcome
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