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Poetry
Mar 8, 2005 18:44:14 GMT -5
Post by Genesis--Of--Next on Mar 8, 2005 18:44:14 GMT -5
DON'T ask why.....
(Untitled for now)
Where art thou, Brother of thine? With ruby eyes Just like mine. Our twin glasses Of sweet sweet wine. Only a single look And I can reed you like a book. See the inisecnce lost, But thats just the cost. The blood thats sheed is crimson Deep deep cinnimin Known only as a dividend It's time to fight again. Where at thou? Brother of thine, With ruby eyes Just like mine. Our twin glasses of Sweet sweet wine....
Didn't that just suck? I'm still working on it.
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