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aphotic
Contributed by
nirvana12
on
Monday, 11th February 2008 @ 10:06:17 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Life and death and the in-between, we live out this nightmare that we call a dream.
I am floating with the storm clouds, watching corpses as they fall wrapped in shrouds.
Now I float down a river bed, eyes open with a blank stare like the dead.
Now my lifes coming to an end, with the souls I must try to blend.
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nirvana12
... [
2008-02-11 10:06:17] (Date/Time posted on
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