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Member since 2004 · Posted 5 Apr 2004 · 5 comments

the cobblestones of paris on a lonely night would not encompass what i feel the moon feels without moonbeam the clouds lonely and gray the sun just doesn't shine anymore the meals i had just isn't as good everywalk i take is filled with silence my mind seems like a void that's how much i missed my beloved the black's blacker, the grays grayer... songs are silenced my heart throbs but not so and everything just isn't right..........

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[6] deleted user 5-Apr-04/2:54 PM Reply

Zodiac, how can I trust your votes anymore? Too much is overwritten here, too many spelling and grammar faults. Some nice thoughts, but "my heart throbs?"

[10] zodiac › deleted user 5-Apr-04/3:38 PM Reply

I get whimsical sometimes. Not with you, though.

[10] zodiac › zodiac 5-Apr-04/3:40 PM Reply

I mean, "the cobblestones of Paris on a lonely night"?? What a leaping turd from the oniony roof of Sacre Couer. "The moon feels without moonbeam," too.

[n/a] francis nor capule › deleted user 6-Apr-04/9:07 AM Reply

doesn't your heart throb???

[6] deleted user › francis nor capule 6-Apr-04/11:31 AM Reply

Not for this. The sentiment is too gushing with too little meaning. How do the cobbleestones of Paris encompass anything, for example?