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Strike me Cold

Strike me cold, strike me dead
I live my life far ahead.
Cry, my blood. Rose, as red
Endure my torture, still ahead.
Live my life? Soft as glass,
dying slowly with each days pass.




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Angel_Eyes said...
Sept. 30, 2010 at 12:24 am:

I Loveee it haha(: Good job! =)

 

 
Kittycorn_of_Dolphinia replied...
Sept. 30, 2010 at 8:15 am :
thanks Angel
 
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