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There's a Pocket full of posies
Spread over all the ashes
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Everything's a lie Everything's freezing
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I'm falling down With the autumn rain
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what have I become... my sweetest friend...
by Fedrizzi
27 lines,
on Oct 19 11:22 PM
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A'Demoni Cruixia! The Chanters screams raised high
A'Demoni Cruixia! Their Corrupted Lullaby
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Time is but a wordless sentence in out lives
Where life, is a soulful presence that only lives with time
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With eyes filled O'sorrow
She pointed to the treetops
by Fedrizzi
36 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 7 8:18 AM. In other, pain, sad, thoughts, contest, nature, dark, fantasy, love
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Through the muck Where footsteps sink
into the earth, along with lies and lust...
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Mellow winds brush past the brustling trees A Pixie sees, a yellow, golden circlet on a row.
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Diamonds caress the autumn coloured ground Breath taking in the absence of an unclouded sky.
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Entwined in Hour's melody
Her instrument divine
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Porcelain tears of silent delight
feel the warm sensation of fear
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Born underneath the covers of a sanctuary Is a boy who dreams of purity divine
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Upgraded to the pandamonium of Coma's dream The Flowers were painted in Black and Whys
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We trott along like dog and horse. Under sun and ragged gun.
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One night, one morn? Oh I don't know
I walked one dark evening to home I know
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Halleo Bastionas, Oh where young angel Dwells
Halleo Bastionas, Oh Where young angel Fell.
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Canvas Lands of Elvish meadows, Beset on all eight winds The magnficence of the falling leaf, the running stream.
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The Harlot dreams of pride and joy Harlequin dreams of self respect
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You left your Leave for me this morn upon this window sill
Where the memories of passion left other memories so frail
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Coloured candy flavors
Of a heart one of a kind
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Sometimes you don't recall the past and fall
beneath your other summers
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Runaway Stallions run a by my memories
Stampeding over, all of my dreams
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There's a fine line left, on the barrel of a gun
Where I wandered, alone, for some time
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Left another Train depot
Sunday aftermorn
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Demons cringe on blacktop sins Forever Impaled By The silent soul
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Shapes of City Streets dance around the guitar strings.
Paladins waltz around their righteous vows
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Intimate young Body lies with Harlequin of lullabies
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Straining Butterflies arouse the heaping earth
The Scarlet Fire swirls to blaze anew
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The Devilish touch
the alabaster skin
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The Tv's on But where's the radio
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Deep down the sensations
the innocence is carresed
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