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The rest of my stuff
Well., seeing as I probably am going to posting more then I thought, I'm just going to start putting them all in here from now on and stop eating up space with new threads. Replies to work are always nice, but I aks one thing. Do NOT be gental. If you don't like something I write, say so and why. Do not spare my feelings. if you can live with that, so can I.
There For the Grace of Nothing Go I
On graceful wings of irony
Like angel bent on wounded knee
My blood flows freely from open wound
Saturating the sacred tomb
Blood stained sheets from a wedding bed
Drape the coffin in my head
The abyss stares back from a gapping hole
In the linen closet that housed my soul
A burnt out husk lays in my arms
The truth a lie that ushers harm
Love lies dying in the face of hope
On the other end of the hang mans rope
For there is nothing left for me
But the joyous bliss of apathy
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Bad spellers of the world untie!!!
I am the one you warned me of
I seem to have misplaced the bullet with your name on it, but I have a whole box addressed to occupant.
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