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dalainn New Member
since 2002-10-06
Posts 6 |
Your Fruits ----------- I will no longer be the equivalent as in the past. I have been wounded by your dialect. They are razor-sharp and stir hatred in my central point. You were formerly a bed of flowers that sat comely below the sun. Now you control an army of wrongdoers. They were at one time my friends. Nowadays they abide by you because of the deception you planted. You recognize the reality. It lays in your malicious conscious and it will rest in you. I will no longer be the equivalent as in the past. I have emerged from my demise. A demise you hurled me into. I now anticipate the encounter of your facade. You will see your fruits. |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Hello, welcome to passions! I'm moving this to Open Poetry, where it will receive the proper attention. Thanks, Christopher |
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