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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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SOS Brigade!! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 2,573 Joined: Sep 2004 Member No: 47,775 ![]() |
I'll type proper now. I get it, it actually gives a very interesting twist. Thanks for the explanation Joe =P.
awww screw that GOOD JOB =P i finally understand |
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