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Poetry and Such

Mon Nov 27, 2006, 5:35 PM

So I have a bunch of Poetry but I never really have the urge to post it onto Deviant Art..so if anyone's interested check out my website:
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Gimme some feedback if you'd like.
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~OurLadyOfSorrows16 May 5, 2009, 2:57:41 PM

hey you dont talk to me anymore lizzy kizzy

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~SKWtheartist Nov 16, 2008, 2:07:03 AM

hies howz ya??

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LA LA DA LA! SHAGONA!!! LA LA LA L LA!!!!!!!!!!

*evil-intent08 Oct 26, 2008, 1:18:29 AM

wow its all i can say
lol its late and i'm brain dead

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*evil-intent08 Oct 26, 2008, 1:04:26 AM

you are stunning and even more then that you are an animal lover
thats wicked

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~lahijademaiz Oct 4, 2007, 12:55:16 PM

Thank you for adding me to your favorites!

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I'll give you massive head trama and severe hemoraging! <3

~SilentDistractions Sep 29, 2007, 7:36:17 PM

thank you

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...belonging neither quite to the living nor entirely to the dead, he slowly faded, each moment a little less visible, less able to make himself heard above the world's noise, a kind of drowning in air.