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Contributed by
sum1
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Sunday, 30th November 2003 @ 09:40:28 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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sitting down to dinner with a knife in my grasp
in my nice black silk gown thinking of my past
knowin in my mind i wished i had a friend
for the simple fact i never had one, is why i meet my end
for this night my blood will shed and ill hit the ground
and ill lay in a pool of blood till my body is found
looking back my past was grim as now i meet my end for i never had a friend
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(User Rating: 1 ) by Broken-glass on
Monday, 1st December 2003 @ 12:26:24 PM AEST (User
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I think this one represents lonliness at its best(if it is ever best!?).Well done
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