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Come walk the highway of death's skid row, Where knees are high and heads are low. Come hard and fast and get me on, Come breathe your last until you're gone. Wake me, Make me, Til I'm dead inside. This lump of coal will kill me, Faster than a gun. Feel me, Fill me, A nectarine run, A case in a bottle you brought, Just enough for one. Come to the valley that returns the dead, And walk through the shadows with me... |
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Love
An interesting dark side of ones life Finding enlightment through another Ignoring facts in one's life To find destruction for another By SpicyExcel |
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Said a spider to a fly I once knew...
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I remember your dealing
Memories of you squealing I was begging and kneeling Hope you like that feeling |
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Edited by
davidben1
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Thu 01/29/15 09:37 PM
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that's a cool sadistic sorta poem.
but than, the wise do sea, the one's in love with self sad, don't love love, but rather, sadness of and for them self, feeling this as love. |
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It happens. Up down round and round
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