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rotting
written by devilchild0106:53 PM 12/13/04| the rotting dead reach up from their resting place, swelling hands grip onto the last drops of happiness left on this world. Their hate for the living is great. They whisper words of dislike. Their haunted cries are heard through out the night they call out for new sprits to break. New hopes to crush. New souls to engulf |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by kissxmyxblood (12-13-2004 - 07:27 PM)
| that's such a cool poem :P |
by kissxmyxblood (12-13-2004 - 07:27 PM)
| that's such a cool poem :P |
by night_freak (12-13-2004 - 08:04 PM)
| that's really cool sascha, like a horror story or something :). love you |
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