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Post by tritran5555 on Nov 15, 2012 23:53:52 GMT -5
I wade into the lonesome heart of crepuscule. Decades without sunshine, myriads hours of tears, My crimson joy has evaporate into the dusty air, Now, waning like an autumn moon at dawn.
My sad heart, a lost wren without her music, Yearning to retrogress into yesteryear's happiest moment; My soul pulsates softly like a fetus in his mother's womb; The crescendo of my arteries, a gradual decrease Till...whenever, a new, magenta sun begins to rise.
MY LIFE HAS ALWAYS BEEN SAD, GOD KNOWS WHY
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