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Post by notavailable on Jan 15, 2010 3:44:07 GMT -5
Even the heat of this night Cannot thaw the ice from my bones Frozen grip on my heart, so tight Like bitterness and hate upon their thrones
In my mind I am so alone Only echoes provide me company But at least outside, (I'm) not so forlorn Even if you're dead, (you're) still with me
Let the wind blow in my face Let it pierce my aging skin I'll disappear without a trace I'll never be seen again
Don't fret my love, there is nothing to fear My limbs and joints, they grow old Don't speak a word now, don't shed a tear You know that I'm happy in the cold
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Post by Muffy on Jan 15, 2010 9:54:34 GMT -5
That is exactly the type of stuff I write about most often.
I back this 100%.
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Post by Jacob on Jan 21, 2010 12:51:32 GMT -5
Totally badass
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