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Sep 03, 2009 17:02

She said look at this!
These wrists, bone-white.
She says look at this!
These lips, blood-red.
These eyes, almost dead.

Do I look you ask?
No, I look away.
She goes, away.
Screams in the black.

I look back
Finally I look
No turning back.
Screams in the black.

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brutal_truth September 4 2009, 03:25:06 UTC
and she then pranced around in a meadow
with flowers, and rainbows, and sunshine,
and cute fuzzy little animals,
and lollipops, and bubblegum, and beer
and cigarette trees...

and she never worried or cared about anything cuz life was a wonderful heaven

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necromanticmoon September 8 2009, 18:44:11 UTC
When did YOU, become a hippie?

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