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Post by Aubry The Odd O.o on Jan 14, 2006 15:14:08 GMT -5
Drown the Bird, Let the fish fly, Dosn't Matter, We're all gunna die.
Stab the clouds, Burn the skies, Dosn't Matter, We're all gunna die.
Bomb the dead, Shoot the lie, Dosn't Matter, We're all gunna die.
Slit your wrists, Hold a gun to your head, Dosn't Matter, We're already dead.
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Post by Aubry The Odd O.o on Jan 14, 2006 15:20:25 GMT -5
I couldn't word the second to last stanza right.....-_-'
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Post by internalpleading on Jan 14, 2006 17:45:36 GMT -5
ch, i think its kind of cool... of course, i don't think you have much of a taste for my type of poetry
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Post by Aubry The Odd O.o on Jan 14, 2006 22:48:39 GMT -5
No, I stick to the really random and sometimes depressing stuff, that's what I do. The first Stanza just popped into my head, I didn't know what to do with it so I did this...heh I guess I'm weird like that.
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