ColdWinter here is nothing white But rain, and mud and cloudless nights My breath misting in afternoon air And the wistful wish for someone near Foggy dawns that breed icy lawns Lost summers that we're sure to mourn Loneliest weather and blackest skies The cold's no good for butterflies..Cold
Bodily BetrayalMy head pounds With the steady rhythm of a drum and bass beat My eyes seek cool shelter From the lamp’s low heat With my lips ready salted I try hard to breatheBodily Betrayal
But with a fresh wave of mourning I just yearn for sleep...
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Cold unHearted
Isolated
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I love Johnny Depp and PortraitPencilArt.
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Computer games don't affect kids... if PAC-MAN had affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in dark neoned rooms, munching pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.
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My Gallery
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Hate can be beautiful. Love, so ugly. If those can go backwards, what of the world?
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'It must be very exhausting to be you'
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Don't Let This Smile Fool You.I Really Do Hate You
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Hate can be beautiful. Love, so ugly. If those can go backwards, what of the world?
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'It must be very exhausting to be you'
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Don't Let This Smile Fool You.I Really Do Hate You
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