December 3, 2009
Doth feel the emotion,
running deep and dark,
that hath leave its mark.
From that iniquitous potion.
And to whom did thou hark.
The rain hath cease,
For we shall prosper.
And with thou hand we see thy beliefs.
None can cross her.
For that doth can assure.
Thy pain is my pain.
We shall become united,
under the moonlit mane,
can it be lighted.

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Milo! said...
Mar. 14, 2010 at 8:11 pm
I really love this. I really like how everyone can relate to this. I hope you keep writing, because this is great. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
Stephxtm3 replied...
Mar. 14, 2010 at 9:45 pm
Thank You. I will do that. =]
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