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TrinityKitty — The Anti
Published: 2005-10-03 00:57:48 +0000 UTC; Views: 73; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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Description
Dead winds blowingOn September's night.
Silent bells ringing
Through illuminated skies.
Shrowded whispers fogged
On the splinter screened tables,
While the forest of the night
Slumbers.
Little girl, little girl,
Come down yonder hill.
Snow bunnies want to play.
Come down yonder hill.
Shrewd and cunning,
Shadows quicken and surround.
Screams of torture, hurt, dispair,
And she was left the same.
Or was she?
What do your eyes see
Compared to hers?
What do your ears hear
Compared to hers?
What do your fingers feel
Compared to hers?
What does your tongue taste
Compared to hers?
Nothing the Same.
