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Topic: mr. deaath
jimz Joined Sun 06/24/07 Posts: 2365	Tue 01/29/08 05:28 PM
his felt tip hat a broken cigar held in small hands I found him around the corner of existence he was selling souls all you had to do was dye for each one you took my deaath his corduroy jacket fading with time he sneezed some snot and wiped his snotty little hand on his jacket he laughed hacking with a smoker's cough when I said I wanted to buy my own again and that I would pay the price for my sins but he said there was no price for being yourself

MsTeddyBear2u Joined Fri 04/06/07 Posts: 22031	Tue 01/29/08 05:39 PM


blonderockermom Joined Wed 08/08/07 Posts: 6886	Tue 01/29/08 05:41 PM
Interesting read..

LAMom Joined Tue 12/12/06 Posts: 26866	Tue 01/29/08 06:22 PM
Worldly worth is found within the soul,, Nice I like ((((( Jimmy ))))

a4leafclover2u2 Joined Thu 01/10/08 Posts: 153	Wed 01/30/08 06:46 PM
Reminds me of "The Black Riders" by Stephen Crane BRAVO..& a4leafclover2u2

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