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It's the bleeding taste on the back of my tongue That's telling me your fist hit me harder The ringing silence hidden behind a changing face Sings silently, whispering sweet nothings in descriptive tongues Telling myself tales of song played riddles, hidden notes (still in my wallet) Playing tunes of magic-less magic Only found when lips met, and hearts warmed through the cold dust of time Futures drawn days later with cryptic, misunderstood fingernail bloodlines Across a canvas, Id gladly call Yours
It's the stinging cold found across my skin Reminding m
by ~Cojjinsecrets
Way to FallWe all have our way But they tell us where to go What to do But they will never show What they know It seems that we May never understand I want to say it Oh I’ve wanted to say But I can only be alone I don’t want to stumble What a way to go What a way to fallWay to Fall
by *John9982
TLtR Chap8 Shadows of the Past“I see the sign” Terry said looking out across the street at the run down fence “Really!” Ronda raced up to him standing next to him “Are you sure this is where Robert said he was going to be?” He scratched the back of his head looking at the base. It had a dark rusted chain link fence entrapping the whole area. It was a tall twelve foot fence with barbed wire around the top in sections. Parts of the fence were torn down or broken but the base was even worse. It was barren almost dessert dry. The ground which the base sat on was dried up weeds and dirt. The sky had a dark menacing feel to it as storm clouds loomeTLtR Chap8 Shadows of the Past
by *John9982
this is bye-bye
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- Current Residence: Iowa
- Interests: horses, demons, wicca, etc.
- Favourite movie: anything horror
- Favourite band or musician: rob zombie
- Favourite genre of music: rock
- MP3 player of choice: i-pod
- Shell of choice: sea shell
- Wallpaper of choice: black
- Skin of choice: no skin like bone!
- Personal Quote: don't take life to serious
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"With ebony blood drops sewn in stitch like patterns and painted over the eyes that peer onwards,
Judging and begging, I can’t see why...
I can’t tell you just how you took my insides
And turned them around before you even,
Before you even…"
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