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with out a trace
Contributed by
paul_x_walker
on
Saturday, 30th April 2005 @ 08:00:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Your suckin my life out like leeches
trapped in a coma with a face full of stitches
i must get back at you
i stabed you in the heart
i through you in the dirt
lit a match and watched you burn
as you fell apart it was you turn
then it begain to rain
the rain washed away all your pain
as your spirit raised
i had been possessed by a demon in my brain
i have become sick
and stiff as a stick
all i need is peace
as i forget about your your flaming face
as you drifted away
with out a trace
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2005-04-30 20:00:07] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: with out a trace
(User Rating: 1 ) by ForeverAlone on
Saturday, 30th April 2005 @ 08:29:41 PM AEST (User
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"I care about the size of your penis as much as you care about the size of my breasts"
Hmm?..wtf does that have to do with anything?..this was also terrible to let you know....
~Clark
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Re: with out a trace
(User Rating: 1 ) by crimson_regret420 on
Saturday, 30th April 2005 @ 08:49:24 PM AEST (User
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The penis and breasts thing was really weird. That really didn't have anything to do with the poem. I really liked the poem tho. The Author's Note sucked. |
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Re: with out a trace
(User Rating: 1 ) by Vampirequeen on
Tuesday, 10th May 2005 @ 12:08:38 AM AEST (User
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I have to say both your comments are in bad taste i am going to have mick deleted it.
some people are so rude.anyways jen i thought this was a very well written poem.
love mom |
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