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Living In The Moment
written by Morbid Angel02:13 AM 12/31/04| Theres two sides to every story, two faces to every man, more then a piece to every puzzle, more then one finger on each hand. It's one of those times that I forget the underneath, my mind lives in the moment, packed with flashbacks and memories. You can ask so many questions or tell so many lies, you can break so many hearts but no matter how hard you try...you'll always be this in my eyes, nothing more or nothing less, despite the other side. This is what I remember and this is what I loved, it might be 'cause I'm tired but somethings creeping up...a picture or a vision, of a time when we were us. Nothing else mattered when I lay bleeding in your arms, but eventually we all knew we'd float so far apart. |
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For Deni again.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by DemonSlayerSango (12-31-2004 - 02:33 AM)
| I really enjoyed reading that |
by (anonymous) (1-19-2005 - 02:53 AM)
| WoW! dude this poem rocks so much ass......rOcK oN!!!!!! |
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