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 woe Misc 5/11/2008
 I came from heaven to rock your world. Love 5/4/2008
 READ ME please. Love 5/1/2008
 u cnt climb until ur ready to fall Misc 5/1/2008
 dear caitlan Misc 5/1/2008
 A pigment of truth beneath faceless skin Dark Poetry 4/30/2008
 The sound of an empty room Dark Poetry 4/29/2008
 The one thought of you is everywhere Love 4/28/2008
 i got really lost. Misc 4/28/2008
 Chase away the dark Inspirational Poems 4/28/2008
 sail boats are overated anyway. Love 4/21/2008
 The slug is with me. Friends 4/20/2008
 vannila rust Misc 4/20/2008
 Thankyou for killing me. Misc 4/18/2008
 READ IT IF YOU THINK YOU CAN SEE IT. Life 4/18/2008
 my only nugget of wisdom Dark Poetry 4/18/2008
 THIS IS HOW I WILL KILL YOU SLOWLY Dark Poetry 4/18/2008
 THE TWO CHILDREN WHO CREATED Misc 4/17/2008
 ILL GIVE YOU EVERY OTHER THING but this Friends 4/17/2008
 crimson clouds Misc 4/16/2008
 cause i cant cry if i do ill die Misc 4/14/2008
 embark into the dark Dark Poetry 4/14/2008
 


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woe

woe for you
woe for me
woe for love
woe for the free
woe for the tears
woe for the fears
woe for the broken
woe for the fixed
woe for the years
which pass forever missed

woe for the ditched
woe for a kiss
woe for a touch
woe for your love
woe for a look
woe for a smile
just for that, i'd crawl a mile.

woe for a while
conducting you through
marked with dark lines , under tearing eyes
falling away in a ravenouse fashion
into the sands of time.

woe for the poor
who need close to
nothing much at all
though the rich have more then they need
they just cant see the needs of the ones
they trod on
just to have a lavish existence


woe for the forgotten
woe for the righteouse resistors.
woe for the lost brothers , and sisters.
woe for the hurting
woe for the churning
woe for the yearning
woe for an existance
woe for the end of a shining enchantment

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