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| Psychotic Poet Laureate Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Minnesota Age: 44
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My Mood: | My Search I search for peace Or some release From this pain That rots my brain I found a fight That wasn't right My brain still rots With twisted thoughts
__________________ Amor Itaque Excessum, Unus Itaque Idem Eadem Idem |
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| Autistic Terror | Shadows As the sun goes down they begin to gather. Abundant, dark and growing. Creeping up behind touching everything in their path and moving on. Leaving no apparent trace of their existance as the soft gloaming slips into darkest night. And with the last shards of light, they dance, pull back, and are gone. |
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