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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Apr 28, 2004 22:13:42 GMT -5
As I close my eyes I feel the dark surround me Enter me Become me With the thunderous clouds looming over my head Will anyone ever hear me He comes again As he has done my entire life Never talking Just standing above His aura so intense His touch burns through my facade To reveal the girl So fooled by my own hype With his neutral eyes he asks Who have you become And what will you be He takes my soul To purge for my sins
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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 29, 2004 13:32:56 GMT -5
This is quite intense, almost like a dream someone once mentioned of a Clown who sat in a chair with chin on hands smileing and watching the person sleep. Kind of dark write here, but with a clenseing of sins. Interesting for sure.
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Apr 29, 2004 19:19:41 GMT -5
oh man you know how i feel about clowns.... thanks for the comment though... x rinna x
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