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tom waits Junior Member
since 2003-07-20
Posts 18 |
Banging door No man saw me I was alone in the wilderness. My helmet undone With the lace of strength Falling off my chin. No light caught me I was fighting for what was never missed. With my boots untied And my head unraveled I shouted like hellish bats Crying like saviors. Each step I took Was somber I was on the battlefields of Warsaw. |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
I was fighting for what never missed, Nice write Tom. mysticpoe If nothing is something |
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tom waits Junior Member
since 2003-07-20
Posts 18 |
thank you. |
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