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Published: 2008-03-15 03:01:45 +0000 UTC; Views: 126; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 0
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If such a day were devisedTo where all would be demised
Except for my own soul
I would own a hole
And in this Hole I would lay my heart
And with it just a part
And the part from a machine
Which kept my heart alive and beating
So that the day
When I bring up the soil
The trouble and turmoil
I can see the stains
Of the wicked days
And hope that tomorrow
Will bring forth a dowel
For me to sink deeper
The items for my sleeper
And they will all be there
For tomorrow
For tomorrow I was loved
And tomorrow the machine will be shoved
Back into its place
And end the self sustained arms race
And the hope might deplete
All that is sweet
And for the angels sing on high
Let me finally die
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Comments: 6
xXCinderemoXx [2008-03-17 22:25:06 +0000 UTC]
Hmm it tis hard to comprehend, but I like it overall ^^
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ARTnoob In reply to xXCinderemoXx [2008-03-18 12:33:06 +0000 UTC]
Yeah, it tends to happen.
Thus...
Blame it on the booze.
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TomorrowIWasLoved [2008-03-15 08:57:39 +0000 UTC]
Oh My God... Cliff, I don't know what to say!
"Thank you" is not enough... :hug
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RossyGrl258 [2008-03-15 03:06:24 +0000 UTC]
its so sweet<3 your a lovely writer and talking to me right now and your a lovely man tehe later sweetie
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