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i had a friend who changed his name but couldnt change himself. never quite figured out how to deal with what life had dealt. he put a needle in his arm to calm his hansome hell. who wouldve imagined it would have worked out so well? [bright eyes]
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 81 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-10-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2448941
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That feeling you lack, oh it will come back.
I promise you, (pinky swear) promise you that.
The cathedral looks empty, but what's stored underground?
Hear my bones under a cemetary oh so safe, oh so sound.
I can sure hear you above, double the love.
It makes me feel better when it's oh so loud.
As if this handsome hell could not be cured.
Darling is dancing the only thing that makes you feel pure?
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