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I want to be death's whore.
Skating thin ice,
and it keeps getting hotter.
Somehow here in hell
That fucking sun keeps shining
And I catch myself

.wishing.

    
.praying.

for those wings you offered once...
That golden chance
I didn't know how to accept...
But could never deny.

Friends forever...

But where's that got us now?

Thus shatters another falling star...


I hope my peices fall on your birthday.

*fragments*


*dust*

Choking your lungs...
Blinding your eyes...

Then all you will hear is my voice in your head,
Repeating
Over-and-over
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!
I never meant to hurt anyone but myself-

But like dirt you spit me from your veins,
And blink me away like a heavy sleep...

Wondering all the while
Why you'd be dreaming of me...




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On Tuesday February 15th, 2005, Zophiel (364) writes:
magnificent, with your way with words I could wake up unafraid to no tomorrow


On Monday February 14th, 2005, indefined (738) writes:
you spit me from your veins... cool. a heart-felt piece, and i loved the conclusion.



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