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Slow decaying flesh from

fragile bones,

the sealed eyelids of the unknown

a piece of your attire but

you can't feel the naging desire

as the force thrusts in your slits,

thw manipulation,how well we fit

to savor you

cherush you as mine,

the rose of my grarden

blossoming at intertwine

Death never do us part,

from a necromatic heart
©2006-2009 ~yoaidude1
:iconyoaidude1:

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i wrote this for my friend miss you man

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:iconinsomnia40977:
depressing yet very meaningful. you have a lot of talent!

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the present's

just a pleasant

interruption to the past.
:iconlahmia:
Oh my God!
I really like this one! You are talented I must say!

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Don't dream it. BE it.
:iconyoaidude1:
thanks you have alot to

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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind

-William Shakespeare

Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.

-Gandhi
:iconlahmia:
you're welcome, and thank you!

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Don't dream it. BE it.
:iconyoaidude1:
np np

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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind

-William Shakespeare

Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.

-Gandhi
:iconittm:
wow. That's really good

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"Be a little bit of everything without losing yourself"
:iconzaramoro:
very interesting....

gives me shivers (the happy creeped out kind)

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Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole, like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound, but while you debate half empty and half full, it slowly rises, your love is gonna drown.~Death Cab for Cutie "Marching Bands of Manhattan"

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