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My shape that flickers out of control, / eyes from red to dark as coal, / from normal teeth to razor sharp, / and from my hunger that plays my like a harp. / My spirit, power, and will i call thee near, / I ask
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Friendships are the flowers in the garden of my life.
And in my precious, tender care they blossom and they thrive.by BlueMoon369 23 lines, 1 comment, on Feb 13 8:54 PM 2007 -
It's suppossed to be funny...I'm not sure I did it right.I think the title tells you all.
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Lets just say I'm giving the Sins their own persona, so the speak...
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i see my childhood flash before my eyes
i look across the room and i see all my allies -
i walk through this town,
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i used to be
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as i sit here on your grave and cry,
and i start to wonder why -
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