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pollution |
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Jason Lyle Senior Member
since 2003-02-07
Posts 1438With my darkling |
At once, I knew that anger sent concealed the things I truly meant a furrowed brow and clenching fist it tipped you off I might be p***** was never good at hiding things I'm even worse confiding things your chalkboard voice my impatient ways clashed somewhere near our end of days at the face of it we were right as rain at the end of it mutual source of pain you are my drug of choice a meeting twice a day won't keep me alive or you away they like me short and sweet and I like dirty girls I am the filth for you and your're my dirty pearl and so we found a way its absolute and walk away from what we both pollute [This message has been edited by Jason Lyle (07-25-2007 06:55 AM).] |
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Hyaunt Member
since 2007-07-12
Posts 74 |
profound! Hyaunt |
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BBGrrl Member
since 2007-07-17
Posts 181BC, Canada |
Very dark, Jason - nicely said. "Truelly" is actually "truly" |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
awesome!  I love how this flows! |
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