| Dark Poetry #4 |
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No remorse |
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since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA
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In another time, their might be hope, That a glimpse of you might be possible, But until that day, The distant grows, Every other tear wasted away. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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