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Werewolf creeping through the briar
Over hill the silver crier. -
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Saying goodbye to Lance, my brother and friend is the hardest thing I have ever had to do, for today we give Lance back to Mother Earth.
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if he dies, he dies, everyone dies
i am alone to hear my own cries -
lying ever faithful at the foot of my bed
Scottie, dear old friend, shot in the head -
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once in a while i catch myself
calling others by your name -
heaven hearken unto me
this answer i must beg of thee -
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someone get the usher
Andrew's in the crusher96 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 4 7:55 PM 2008
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duck, she said, meaning
not the bird, but instead she -
O, Devil Nobhorns Black-Joy:
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darling (1)
Nobhorns hers (2) -
the nightmare
your malicious slyness -
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she barks coquettishly eyes yellow
wreathed in veils -
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