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Dark Enchantress Senior Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 1258meet Morgana |
I found it hard, it was hard to find A wicked sex doll I want to die Mind over matter Blinded in blunder Matches ready to burn, yet it remains dark Closing my eyes Clasping heavy chain Crying in churches, hating His silence Soiled impurities… I’m sacrificed… I found it hard, it was hard to find I shot myself And now I die -- the calm before the storm -- |
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Dark Enchantress Senior Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 1258meet Morgana |
It's entirely metaphorical... no I don't want to die literally... no I don't encourage suicide. Though it'll probably get taken off anyway... *shrugs* It happens. Thanks everyone. -- the calm before the storm -- jaimespoetry.blogspot.com [This message has been edited by Dark Enchantress (02-10-2002 11:10 AM).] |
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