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"the echo of a ducks quack" by Pureheartless

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every time you let them in were killing them
were killing them
and every lie thats among the table will be used for film
used for film

and we dance around the opening sun
we are the ones
we are the ones
that will lose the flowers of sanity
insanity
were left without love on without a cruch.

and everyone runs out of the classroom
to see us on the ground on our knees holding ourselfs
why do we hear their problems its our problems
why is stupid to see the same thing twice
just to talk shit it isnt nice

with chocolate hands i murder you with just to lick my fingers when im done, sweet.
these children laugh at the same thing twice
and i come home and just read these poems, repeat.

they repeat! there all the same.
diffrent reasons same fucking game
im sorry everyone love fucking sucks
our screams shall echo but not the ducks.



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On Friday May 23rd, 2008, empty_remains (77) writes:
i really liked this. a fresh read from the norm.


On Thursday May 22nd, 2008, Tinuviel (65) writes:
Trippy



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