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Edited by
jimz
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Tue 01/12/10 05:20 PM
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ol queen ol
slave in my soul i struggle for the cross how ugly your lips in egyptian red your royalty holding me in chains watching van gogh paint flowers in a fountain of your piss ol queen your head without crowns tales of serpents swirling ol queen why my archetype when i yet have no form why call when the angels still dread dante made me cry when i fell from heaven ol queen now i can call wings without flight to break your heart from up high |
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I absolutely loved this...
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sweet, thank you, A. cool
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great piece jim
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excellent Jimmy
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