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That night we talked
Contributed by
travisk
on
Tuesday, 9th November 2004 @ 11:34:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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Sitting side by side on soft
Bedding stuffed into your loft
Hearing something as we speak,
I turn to see the wood door creak
Something slips into this space
Punishment for your beautiful face
He's dressed in dark cloak in witching hour
Yet in my thoughts she makes me cower
Thinking of what I must do soon after
With drink I'll fade and half-crazed laughter
Guiding me to my final end
Seeing it coming `round the bend
Of the hall that boasts of leaders proud
And echoes my failures clear and loud
Laying down in fatal calm
With sacrifice carved upon my palm
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travisk
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2004-11-09 23:34:07] (Date/Time posted on
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