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By Irb
Perched on half a minute on MY Thursday's day off and counting red and pink hearts which loom so proudly so nauseatingly in the air. BLINK. I vomit false poetry I leave a note on the door to your heart- your soul... blackened from my arson of millenia past rises- that FUCKING Pheonix- and I am left in ashes and could- have- beens- BLINK. Forever was an instant Forever was a lie dark wolf in white sheep's clothing- I vomit eternally I digress. Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 02:55 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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