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LOST SOUL
Contributed by
darkkai
on
Friday, 30th August 2002 @ 12:35:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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In the wake of the early fall, spirits roam in search of fun.
Thrill seekers ride the night on a silver bullet, I stand alone.
My heart is fill with hurt but I beg to differ. The cemetary
is my haven. Divine, quiet, and cool the place is. I sleep
where the children rest. I cry for them and pray for the safety
in the hands of the almighty. I've cried out for peace.......no answer.
I pleaded for a sign.........no answer. I begged for mercy.........no answer.
What am I to do in this hell I was thrusted into?.............no answer.
The Gothic Ghost
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darkkai
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2002-08-30 12:35:36] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: LOST SOUL
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jackee_line on
Friday, 29th November 2002 @ 06:47:59 AM AEST (User
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a sad poem
great poem |
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