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 Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 8:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 5:40 pm
Random, really gloomy poety:
And for the moon I cry,
Asking the shadows why
I had to live in this dark world.
Beneath the stars, I'm curled,
Weeping, lost and all alone
Aching in each broken bone
Life is slipping away from me
And darkness slips up like a sea.
This is what I've wanted,
Since birth, I have been haunted
By the thought of empty life,
And as I hear the devil's fife
I thank the gods that let
My sun finally set,
So now I can become
Part of the world that some
Have always feared,
But that I've always neared
As singlemindedly as any could.
I whisper goodbye to this cold wood,
A forest tha I've come to hate
Trapped here by a dark, cruel fate.
And now I'll take my leave,
So thankful for this reprieve.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 11:47 pm
gonk But this is a stab Dr. Piglet forum... *sniff* The poem... its really great
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 5:03 pm
Should I move it, so as not to interrupt the stabbage?
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 12:46 pm
Nah, Piggy's gone, maybe for good... No more stabbage. *sniff* WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH crying crying crying crying gonk crying crying crying crying crying
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 5:38 pm
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