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Post by alostandbrokensoul on Oct 9, 2004 12:41:48 GMT -5
All theses smiles all theses tears made for you made from the fears.
The smiles are forced the tears wont subside I smile for you but it wouldnt matter if I died.
Death becomes my saviour takes away the pain all the smiles are gone and the tears the same.
The scars are my souvineres that I will never lose. Loop, knot, tie I hang me from my noose.
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Post by T.J. Barber on Oct 12, 2004 15:39:55 GMT -5
Great poem...I could feel the pain flowing from this piece. It had great flow and it really painted a horrifying picture for me....Great job,
TJ
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Oct 18, 2004 2:15:32 GMT -5
great job again, ALABS. the first time i read this i felt a jittery rhythm, but it kept the piece jagged - as it should be.
rinna
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Post by X x K e l Z x X on Oct 19, 2004 17:09:46 GMT -5
Wow, this is strong, very good
Kelz
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