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Post by Hector on Jul 30, 2004 15:19:44 GMT -5
Well, I'm posting this under duress from our harsh mistress who rules with an iron fist colon peee. It's not called anything yet.... it's the Hodstock song.
Empty places Reflect my love inside. Sadness graces My heart, my home, my life.
Night time kisses The ghost that welcomed me. Fatal misses That cost your sympathy.
Will it be my destiny to die, Alone, Unloved? Joy is a lie
Will you leave me hopelessly unsure? Shadows My soul Neither are pure.
I came too late.
Pale white cheekbones I see you hanging there. Frost cold grave stones Beneath you in the air.
Fragile body My heart did break you down. Don’t forgive me Grant me my winner’s crown.
Will it be my destiny to die, Alone, Unloved? Joy is a lie
Will you leave me hopelessly unsure? Shadows My soul Neither are pure
I came too late.
By L.Hopkins and N.Moran
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Post by Musgrave on Jul 31, 2004 9:32:51 GMT -5
*applauds*
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Post by Dinster on Jul 31, 2004 10:05:25 GMT -5
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