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fragment (Free verse) by nentwined a part of me is gone but the pain remains the same
another day is lost, bloody grains of sand
never quite congealing, rough as death's own beard
scraping off my flesh, toying with my fears
Up the ladder:
Girl of my Dreams???
Down the ladder:
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Posted: December 6, 2002 6:51 AM PST; Last modified: December 6, 2002 6:51 AM PSTWeighted score: 6.862451 Overall Rank: 290 Comments:
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Bachus @ 24.126.113.154
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6-Dec-02/12:25 PM
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i hate that...when that happens.
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nentwined @ 66.92.183.34
> Bachus
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6-Dec-02/3:50 PM
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:heh: what's the beep on the end for? :)
trim the cadence by breaking these lines in half at the beat point..... or not
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