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A Different, Kind (of) Pain
Contributed by
TheCure2AnInsomniacsDream
on
Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 03:47:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The scar-let poison hits the cold porcelain bowl,
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The salty 'see' like water was soon to follow,
Driving down the same road again,
Driving across the same line again,
A different story, the same genre,
The same pain, a different torture.
But now I am better,
Now I am true, found my Cure,
Found my peace now I am dead,
Risen from my old body, sole and head.
My Crow leads me to the truth,
To find that; I already knew it.
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Re: A Different, Kind (of) Pain
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 05:17:29 AM AEST (User
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We already do.
Here's to your crow. Hope you find respite, and that this isn't the truth you're seeking . . .
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