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#30
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Morgan
White's pet
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Poised
A painted sky in autumn,
lasting all the way to June,
With broken implications darling,
you're sadly out of tune.
Masochistic criticism,
spilling slowly from your mind.
No one blames you sweetheart,
'cause peace is hard to find.
So stumble, stumble through the world.
Don't speak out, look pretty,
do as you're instructed,
You twisted little girl.
Comfort always made the rescue, we always hoped "for the best". I'll burn this with torches, and drown in my consideration "You are far too squishy to ever be feared." White.
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Posted 10-12-2010, 06:34 PM
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