Occult.
Sat, 12 Apr 2008 at 02:37pm
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Her lungs of hate breathe worlds of fiction
As lips reside with perfect diction.
Unwired - this maiden softly sings
Of an unseen labyrinth.
The notes she plays are timid
But see her eyes - her tears are livid.
Enamoured with what faith entails
Her lungs of hate are sweet and frail.
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2008-04-12
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burning_sands
2008-04-21
word choices ftw
-mc
2008-07-14
Wings and labyrinth dont rhyme.
But i did like it.
+1
-mc
2008-07-14
sings**