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Rid A Dream
Death, awaits upon enternal bliss,
Grim, bestowed along immortal kiss.
The face, so pale,
With cold upon the touch.
Youre heart, so frail,
Had been shattered all so much.
Rid A Dream
Feel the grim kiss of death.
Author notesJust a writing of boredom What did you think |
by PhreaxxorOn Apr 14 5:50 AM 2005Last login May 8
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