Tuesday, November 27, 2007
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Reel of thoughts that fade away
A fatal dirge then starts to play
Nightmares come, intent to kill
Giving up a hopeless will
Embrace the cold, her silken wings
Listen as the moonlight sings
It speaks of this, another chance
Question not the icy glance
Unburdened by the woeful task
Entombed within a silent mask.
1:48 PM
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