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Fri 12 Dec, 2003 08:17 pm
I told you not to look...
sleep unto a world
of dark and utter despair
lives unfolded
on a page of crumbs
and ink of tears
fold these passions
tear these lines
grim saught discussion
in brown and yellow lies
yet hope amidst fake water resounds
resound this voice
fear released for but a moment
still dying, still crying
still seeking relief of anguish
bleed into the pain
blame this shame
upon those creatures
black
cold
heartless
murderers
follow not the haunting voices
sink beneath the shadows
...and remember this no more.
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