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 Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 7:53 pm
" Painted "
The molten lava,
That is my blood.
The molded hearts,
We've learned to love.
The pointed fingers,
Of that fateful day.
They whisper with chills,
We can not stay.
I was naive,
I was a child.
I'd prance around them,
With my smiles.
They'd scream and curse,
I should stay away.
So he'd grabbed my hand,
And we began to play.
He'd comfort me,
His smile paused time.
He'd whisper to me,
That I should not cry.
So as I confined,
Within this earth.
I remember when he painted,
My heart on his shirt.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 8:16 pm
very good... i like it alot...
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 7:12 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 2:17 pm
This is sweet misuyume ^.^
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