Topic: Dead in my hands | |
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The life was drained through my hand
Death became aroused and take as he liked Counting 1 2 3 then only remebring 10 |
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Good Evening DT
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Good Evening Pats
ANy Blood shed lately? |
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27 years since I last took a life.
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death seemed to pleased
to forget himself in desire dousing all too soon a newborn fire |
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Your words seem coated of sugar or sliped into soemthing even sweeter
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Just remember.
Death is not something that happens. Death's not some vain imagining or some poetic essence , a romantic visitor or any of that new-age, I'm so enlightened crap. Death is an entity. |
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death is final.
whether he be welcomed or shunned, he is courted too often. |
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A Cluster of final happening...
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Hello Clarice.......
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Hello Mirror ^^
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Awe sweet poetry. I'm loving the imagery
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The life was drained through my hand Death became aroused and take as he liked Counting 1 2 3 then only remebring 10 Then quit handling dookie, then. |
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hmmm
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