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Swirl
Contributed by
Slipknot555666
on
Friday, 24th January 2003 @ 04:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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It's so cold tonight...don't you feel that breeze?
I do. The beeze that comes when someone kills their lover.
That smell is their blood, dripping from their wounds.
That shadow is the ghost of the dead, lost second lover.
That second lover never knew any better. He was trapped.
He killed his one and only true love.
The...man of his dreams.
He is now gone.
Don't you uderstand the sound of the breeze?
Can't you see the ungodly moon?
The shadows...the mocking shadows...
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Slipknot555666
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2003-01-24 16:40:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Swirl
(User Rating: 1 ) by Icequeen on
Friday, 31st January 2003 @ 04:14:20 PM AEST (User
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Ermm, well i am not too sure what to think about this... but what i would like to say is, that i really love the last two line; "Can't you see the ungodly moon? The shadows...the mocking shadows..."
Those are just brilliant.
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