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.
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