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CRUSH
Contributed by
zaknafein8891
on
Sunday, 4th September 2005 @ 11:40:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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A single soldier stands alone,
a weeping child yearns for a home,
take me, break me, make me your own.
The taste of blood on virgin lips,
a gory battle, hands on her hips.
I don't care, live or die, no remorse,
take me, break me, spare no force.
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2005-09-04 23:40:42] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: CRUSH
(User Rating: 1 ) by JacobManning on
Tuesday, 6th September 2005 @ 04:04:02 PM AEST (User
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You spare no thoughts when it comes to your feelings. Its very decisive, but still leaves you with a sense of not knowing everything that was really said, good job. |
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