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Post by butterfly on Apr 24, 2007 5:04:16 GMT -5
Your tongue is crushed glass On my arid heart May you die in torture And may your soul Be ripped to shreds In an elegant Dungeon. Butterfly
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Post by Antipodi on Oct 13, 2008 18:42:32 GMT -5
GDay Words are shiny black Like the beaut crows that call in Narrindi A great write
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