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Swift words slicing, Drip like vitriol on your mind
Lyrical genocide slides by, undying
Seething beyond time, flying
Waiting for absolution in a black velvet gloom
finally resolved, turns to dust in a tomb.
How about this one?
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And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming. -Poe
Last edited by Zeeb; 04-27-2008 at 07:55 PM.
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