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Waste
Contributed by
AssassinatorGirl
on
Tuesday, 21st June 2005 @ 05:42:56 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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the open wounds
of us two warriors
the battle scars
on the fighters we are
we stare
and we laugh
and always come back for more.
and we wipe our pouring guts,
with our dripping bloody handkerchiefs
Old age lines our once pretty faces,
and we cry from laughing so hard.
You're missing a leg,
and me an eye,
We know exactly
We'll never die.
And in the end,
And in our deaths,
We'll grin at the living,
who waste away so pitifully,
squandering their lives,
on things that will never matter,
on things that no one will care to remember.
Copyright ©
AssassinatorGirl
... [
2005-06-21 17:42:56] (Date/Time posted on
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