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The Potential
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The Potential |
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The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
I bait it but I'd much rather bite it I better not see you going down that dark alley this is not your macho story, this is me clothed in cement I met you back in solitude back in built up days where all we were and all we learned was nude thoughtless ways to end our life as quickly as we came you were benign and toothless yet you grew into a nation I stayed the same I have blown through names in autumn I can’t get this nonsense out of my head Its only politics; only paper; only dead Nothing personal anymore Nothing sacred just like we planned Follow blindly down the path you bled for me I can see the potential I can see the lines around the block The Mongrel cat came home, Holding half a head proceeded to show it off to all his new found friends |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
love the title and the quality of writting ARCTIC WIND |
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