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Displaced



    Heal me, feel me,
     love me and kill me.

    I'm always late,
      in this twisted cruel fate.

    When I think its just right,
      I lose it all in a night.

    Cracked in my head,
      I'm perfect like you said.

    My question to you,
      is what to do?

    When you're gone,
      and we are through.



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Written March 1st, 2006

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  • workinprogress
    March 1, 2006
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    Engaging and provacative.


  • raedium
    March 1, 2006
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    This is great :-) Keep writing


  • bloodlustgirl
    March 1, 2006
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    oh wowzers i really like it keeo it up

  • Aliuar
    March 1, 2006
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    Thank you Fixed! I appreciate it.


  • grannyeri gold member
    March 1, 2006
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    Good rhyme - pondering question. Think you mean to say you're gone. Certainly leaves us with that feeling of displacement of something...


  • Chained anti-christ
    March 1, 2006
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    nice rythme flows rather nicely..................................................................................


  • Stingersinger53 gold member
    March 1, 2006
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    WOW! This is great!! Doesn't it seem like so many relationships go this way???

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