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Last seen on Sep 21 4:37 PM.
Member since July 19, 2006.
- I am a
18 year old
person
My Poetry
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The twilight sunset swirls around me, harvesting life,
beckoning me forward into the darkness of night
29 lines,
August 23
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The sun brushes softly across the carpet,
creeping slowly up to the foot of our bed
26 lines,
August 23
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Inconsistent insanity pries on my brain,
dredging the deepest of regrets from their graves
20 lines,
August 20
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The twisted epitaph on a shallow grave,
drills poison into the wounds of the dead
21 lines,
August 5. In dark
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