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The Taste of Anaemia

The heartbeat of my destruction
Produces troubled blood
Missing the fuction
Inner polution exhausting me
Feeding the vice of paleness
I'm spineless...

The flesh shrinks
Hurts less, everyday
Mouthless and eyeless
I become one with these white walls
Anaemic ground
In a corridor of falls
I'm on the bed 05
Waiting for the straight line
Waiting...
And waiting...
Slowly...
Dying...

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On Sunday April 24th, 2005, Kinkypoptart (755) writes:

Awesome piece. ~*~Tart~*~

On Wednesday January 19th, 2005, AniDayz (1236) writes:

eerily gripping...another great piece.

On Thursday January 20th, 2005, Trail of Fiends (37) writes:

It's impressive the inspiration you can get from a hospital. thank you.

On Thursday January 27th, 2005, knightmirror (424) writes:

i guess so....*nods*....now that i have somewhat experienced it through the life you gave it....to an extent anyways....-knight

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