She's got the grace of a dancer
the voice of a warrior
Might I add a strength you
never could possess
And this time she's willing
to share
Or maybe she's lying her life
away again
Reminding you to keep your
needs at bay
You'll keep your word, I'm sure,
when you know what it is
Three little words you whispered
while leaving your mark on the
canvas of her body
Three little words she's forgotten
how to cherish
It can't be said that she healed
with her bruises
You think you've tortured yourself
enough for what you've done to her
Truth is: She's not finished yet
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i smoke my friends down to their filters, and i feel much cleaner after...
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Betcha can't stick it, Master Chief...
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Don't underestimate my size, cuz I won't hesitate to eat you.
Proudly molesting friends since 1993.
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Feel my gentle touch of disaster.
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-*akasha-goddess*-
Jessie
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**An explosion of technicolor in my black and white world**
Terminat hora diem, terminat author opus.
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"Isn't this the point of being young? It's your choice. People can live a hundred years without really living for a minute. You climb up here with me, it's one less minute you haven't lived."
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Wanna Be A Punk? [link]
i wish that i could still write like that.
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Lumos! *stares expectantly at light switch* Not to worry, it always takes a while.
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