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Jan 18, 2005 22:00:07 GMT -5
Post by Thorn on Jan 18, 2005 22:00:07 GMT -5
from thy glass, the poison flowed in thy heart a great burden towed within thy mind, so distorted you were finished it reported
upon the floor and consuming more you blood becomes tainted with poison galore memories fading and a smile breaking you close your eyes, as your bodie's shaking.
you drank away your fortune and talent and you never succeeded in drowning the memories. your life now, you try to rebalance but you slip and fall fourty stories.
~Thorn~ 1.18.05
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