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regret
Contributed by
smackmeplz24
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Tuesday, 18th April 2006 @ 01:36:24 AM in AEST
Topic:
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For many years he bears his platinum cross,
Always thirsty always lost,
Up and over the sandy knowles,
To cover secrets yet untold,
His voice and bones creak from age
and his skin red from sun
He cast away his rage
So his pennance can be done..
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Re: regret
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by halli on
Tuesday, 18th April 2006 @ 03:06:42 PM AEST
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well if it means anything i liked it. u should keep writing!
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Re: regret
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by Smackmeplz24 on
Wednesday, 26th April 2006 @ 06:21:07 PM AEST
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| its sort of supposed to be about someone lost in regret over a sin doing pennance for the things he did in anger |
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