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 Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 12:13 am
::My Refuge::
A place of warmth to get away
From the chilling frost of night and day
A place a birds and buzzing bees
From the haunting screams that call me
A place of oranges as sweet as can be
From a place where all have eaten but me
A place of that smells of mom's apple pie
From the smell of death that makes me cry
A place of bright skies, blossoms, and more
From the darkness that shall tormented me before
I made this place because I lost you
It's my mind, my world, my refuge
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 6:19 am
That's quite good. From a unbiased point of view I would give it 9/10.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 2:19 pm
It's alright. The rhyme seem a bit forced, though.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 4:20 pm
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