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Dead
MOTHER of the unfortunate, mystic form,
Who calm, immutable, like oldest fate,
Sittest, where through ... |
| Death Poems | Posted: 06/03/2004 @ 2:56am |
Threats
yelling at myself
I slowly close my eyes
Leaving this land
were i wanted to die
One hand on anoth... |
| Death Poems | Posted: 06/03/2004 @ 2:44am |
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