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Subject: The Reaper doesn't deliver!
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gasp 4/22/2007 - 3:34:51
Hollow promises of relief exhaled, Translate only to mud and maggots. When the rotted grapes dry I see, in crystal colour. Welcome sight sound scent touch taste and thought. More than just moist vapour but daydreams and a doodle doo of green grass fields and carefree feet skipping. Blackness find a new mistress to woo with your necklace of numbness. I am your lover no longer. I dance to the beat of Melancholy no more *

darkwsh 4/22/2007 - 3:40:08
wow great stuf *

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