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Contributed by
lonithion
on
Wednesday, 23rd February 2005 @ 12:10:02 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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A broken mirrior,
a shattered hand.
blood runs free,
dripping on the shards.
the many reflections,
those disappointed faces.
Questions are asked,
answers are lost.
Reflections are not seen
through a curtain of blood.
Copyright ©
lonithion
... [
2005-02-23 00:10:02] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Answers
(User Rating: 1 ) by Live2Die on
Wednesday, 23rd February 2005 @ 12:48:36 AM AEST (User
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One word : wow. Said so simply, yet such a complex meaning.
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Re: Answers
(User Rating: 1 ) by dalamar on
Wednesday, 23rd February 2005 @ 10:58:32 PM AEST (User
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yes wow. Questions are asked,
answers are lost. This line really hit me. Keep up the good work. |
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