Whisper
Wandering Muse
Love's the funeral of hearts
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Post by Whisper on Jun 25, 2005 0:21:18 GMT -5
silently an echo danced. anguish dulls, glory smiles my ashes linger, gray but hollow. fears tell with truth: plead liberty. Frigid, haunted, sad I follow the faces in battle Alas, at the moment, I felt free.
first breathe, not choke. Scars exist where dreams Embrace the ghosts. Nothing is quiet for Death dared to cry.
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