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Tuesday, January 11, 2005


poem
raging fate, death grows never late. the trecherouse path they make her walk. moving foward, no pitty they will stop. blooded cloak, seeping soul, giving loss to her dreaded toll. the pain of rage, through lingery hands, she has no chance, of making a stand. death goes through her heart, ripping to and frow. she wants to leave, she wants to go. the demons of hell that left her to die, give no frown, just wanting her not to survive...bitter blood, seeps through her lips. same with her chest, arms, legs, and hips. she lays in gray, she pitties herself no more, she lays dead, she can not go on.
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