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Mar 05, 2004 18:10


these are the prayers. for every black-winged angel. these are the words. for every page of the bible. become a deathly art. and praise the beauty we see. and succumb to the shower. of tears. of the lil girls eyes.

read read read. dream dream dream. worship worship play. the tune among the mountains. decide whether you are the echo or the scream. ( Read more... )

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acousticr0mance March 5 2004, 16:54:09 UTC
I am the strain in the scream and the memory in the echo. no music decides me. child-like faith moves mountains. none of which I have. I posess no mountains nor children with like faith. starvation of the mind, you're just as satisfying as the memories.

xxx

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thequietdrive March 5 2004, 19:55:19 UTC
you are the dreams that never cease. you're the image in my mind that never fades. i long for your blood to drip on my lips. and on my eyelashes. i want to sink my teeth into your collarbone. and kiss you with these bloody lips. <3

europe. can't wait. <3

Mucho Love,

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