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Post by BlackWidow on Oct 21, 2004 8:23:00 GMT -5
In the deepest recess of my calloused mind Still there resides a port of no defence The haunt is real and shows no mercy Flaunting itself with nil pretence
Sight the room just off to the side Shadowed path of a season gone by Now where sanity strolls on aimlessly Waits a place where breath goes to die
Ashen is the canvas as it sits naked of life Remembered are the colours that once flowed All that is painted is the ugly of truth My mind packs its bags and takes the low road
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Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on Oct 22, 2004 23:09:16 GMT -5
I like this one. I dont know what to say about it yet but when it comes to me i shall respind once more.
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