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The things you'll miss most
Contributed by
Mortis-Dark
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Monday, 21st June 2004 @ 03:31:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Withering away.
My dust has begun to flow like sand betweeb a childs fingers.
Sore and aching im ready to leave on my journey.
Ive let this build up inside of me for too long.
I have faded.
Brown tone with peeling skin.
Its seeping out and turning me red.
The angels sing their perlude.
The lights flash then flicker.
Out like a light.
None of this is real.
Or atleast thats what I recite over and over in my head.
Ive begun to miss my dreadfull life.
The harpers harp and the blacksmiths wife.
With one long strife I could make it through.
But the absence has made me unique.
No will to return.
Im butter for the churn.
Hopnig to be in hell were I will burn.
Only to yern for someone like me.
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2004-06-21 15:31:12]
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Re: The things you'll miss most
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by rollingon4you on
Monday, 21st June 2004 @ 04:58:11 PM AEST
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Re: The things you'll miss most
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by pixie on
Tuesday, 22nd June 2004 @ 11:09:57 AM AEST
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yes, very good job,
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