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 Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 7:14 am
Black Heart
Soiled, desecrated
Thrown onto the floor
Face first and, belated
BE STILL MY BEELDING HEART
TORMENT
Mass hatred, dejection
Robbed of my life
They took everything away!
Crumbling ashes pollute
Substance on the Earth
Weakened, blackened, hated
Decimated birth
There is no joy in the empty world I see
Death and decay torments me, the IRONY!
Soiled, Desecrated
Thrown onto the floor
Face first and, belated
BE STILL MY BLEEDING HEART
TORMENT
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 4:33 pm
Aw. ): I like it, indeed-- but I dare you to write a happy poem one of these days. Like, sickeningly happy. With unicorns and rainbows and everything.
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The Night Faery Vice Captain
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