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![]() Will write poetry for sex! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 1,110 Joined: Jan 2004 Member No: 600 ![]() |
Ah, yet another quickie.
Home Why is it, thought is home? The broken home, Unbearable and torturous. The memories you run from Hung up on picture frames Crooked with the smile You've always tried to understand. Skies blotched with blood You've only dreamt of bleeding. Your only sanctuary Overcoated with the nightmares You face only on your knees Praying to a false god. |
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![]() Will write poetry for sex! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 1,110 Joined: Jan 2004 Member No: 600 ![]() |
LoL, I caught myself in deep contemplation again and decided, I should write something about me always thinking.
I quickly jotted that down. And voila, instant poem. ![]() I'm planning on writing something very carefully and thoroughly soon though. |
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