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Dec 26, 2006 15:13:30 GMT -5
Post by airotica on Dec 26, 2006 15:13:30 GMT -5
Darkness is iminant with the sounds of dragons calling The sun seems to evanesce in lonesome eyes River water turns to libation on my tastebuds The land is so inert amorphous creatures arise from carnage faces become pallid as hell awakens from her slumber feel the crack of the whip goblets of flesh and blood are the essential thoughts in my tormented mind... is this my retribution? screams are the songs i hear doves turn to vultures angels to devils vermillion colors appear in my eyes Pray and burn
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Dec 28, 2006 13:54:41 GMT -5
Post by Alamo Blue on Dec 28, 2006 13:54:41 GMT -5
You remind me of one of my family members. My Great Grandmother, was Panthiea Poe, a relative to Edgar Allan Poe. We had letters from him, but I have yet to see them. My great Aunt has them....anyway...a little like his stuff.....
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