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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 1:34 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 4:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 9:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 11:27 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 8:24 am
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 4:09 am
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The_Lovely_Insanity The pale light of the moon Shines down on the gates Of the graveyards grounds Graves and Tombstones All of the deceased Loved and forgotten What a pitiful thing Deaths of those Who were missed dearly Are now forgotten For it seems eternity
like that one n_n
I'm Nocturnal on Thursdays
She stumbles through the night drenched streets, coughing, spluttering, retching and completely alone. Her bile stained lips utter gently manic lullabies to the rabbits running frantically across the car park, through the fence and under the rusted train tracks. Putrid bitter yellow, she spits death onto the cold pavement, wandering aimlessly home in a direction taking her far from it. she stares at the cold, artificial orange lamplight. Fake. She scowls. How dare you? How dare you try to mimic the sun? Let me have my darkness. I am nocturnal on thursdays.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 10:26 pm
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