| Topic: Dead in my hands | |
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      The life was drained through my hand
 Death became aroused and take as he liked Counting 1 2 3 then only remebring 10 | |
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|  Good Evening DT   | |
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      Good Evening Pats
 ANy Blood shed lately? | |
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      27 years since I last took a life.
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      death seemed to pleased
 to forget himself in desire dousing all too soon a newborn fire | |
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      Your words seem coated of sugar or sliped into soemthing even sweeter
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      Just remember.
 Death is not something that happens. Death's not some vain imagining or some poetic essence , a romantic visitor or any of that new-age, I'm so enlightened crap. Death is an entity. | |
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      death is final. 
 whether he be welcomed or shunned, he is courted too often. | |
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      A Cluster of final happening...
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|  Hello Clarice.......   | |
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      Hello Mirror ^^
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      Awe sweet poetry. I'm loving the imagery
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| The life was drained through my hand Death became aroused and take as he liked Counting 1 2 3 then only remebring 10 Then quit handling dookie, then.   | |
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      hmmm
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