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Paintball
Contributed by
AssassinatorGirl
on
Sunday, 29th May 2005 @ 04:34:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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She ties me up,
To a wooden cross,
and strips me down,
She knows my loss.
Purple, Red, and White,
Painted welts and flesh
Pretty little fight
My skin turns into mesh.
I couldn't wait,
Just to be shot.
I know the pain,
I liked a lot.
Now that I'm back,
Poke my shots,
I see fun lacks,
Without the cracks.
Skin break open wide,
and when I look inside,
to see skin grow up,
and to home we ride,
I show it off,
I cannot stop,
I want to share it with all my friends,
and everyone around me.
Copyright ©
AssassinatorGirl
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2005-05-29 16:34:33]
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Re: Paintball
(User Rating: 1 )
by Doriens_Picture on
Sunday, 29th May 2005 @ 07:56:30 PM AEST
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in one word ouch
ive been begged by paintballs alot and they hurt ouch
great write though
i like the yellow ones coz they are happy |
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Re: Paintball
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by Doriens_Picture on
Sunday, 29th May 2005 @ 07:57:28 PM AEST
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| i mean to say pegged but still ouch |
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