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| The Flame |
2am is coming, crawling through my thoughts, analizing each moment till is shatters my millions of dark thoughts of the world and how it shines into my life, eating my skin, i can feel it sinking inside.
From the millions of dark lonly poets, writers, artists and theives, I can hear it calling me, screaming down my spine. Who can understand this?
These restless nights are built for us, the lost. I spoke to her in the dark night, her beauty shone more when she didnt realize it, i thought i cought i glimspe of her returning then i bursted into flames.
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Posted by spacepony on 2009-07-05 11:34:21 | Rating: | Views: 16
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