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Feb 07, 2004 12:40

Hanging by a thread of life
Without a place to go,
He pulls out the red knife,
He lets his cold blood flow.

And hiding from the hooded slave,
Trying to thwart the evil Death,
He digs into his shallow grave,
To give his soul one last clean breath.

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fading_w0nders February 7 2004, 15:11:35 UTC
wow..nice =)

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trampledrose_ February 8 2004, 10:04:13 UTC
that was a nice poem...very deep

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susieqz September 2 2004, 05:07:14 UTC
Even though you never post, I'm adding you.
<3

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banannaz September 4 2004, 04:47:41 UTC
Hey bro, it's Laura. I'm adding you :)

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