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07-08-07, 09:07 AM | #1 | ||||||
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Write To This Picture: July '07
IP: 33DE 730C
Write to this picture by Daniel Freedman for July
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07-10-07, 05:46 PM | #2 | |||||
Bonecrushing Nigga
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IP: 7F95 DF26
Nice pic. I'm writing one now....
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Guess who?... ...Paramik Fuckin'...
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07-10-07, 05:49 PM | #3 | |||||
Bonecrushing Nigga
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IP: 7F95 DF26
Tears That Never Drop
Gallant skies touch the eyes of this simple glance. As the Sun dances to the cries of the little trance. This chance is fading, degrading the blind horizon. Raiding a girls thoughts, in fact the binding of lies and, my eyes bled for the tears I simply wish I can produce. As of I am no use, my ears hear the sound of truth. This ruthless world, I damn to the utmost hell. For I just wish I can touch and smell and kiss.... ............For I am a ghost.... ..............so well as my shadow leaves me... .......................................upon a sunny mist.
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Guess who?... ...Paramik Fuckin'...
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07-27-07, 03:26 PM | #4 | |||||||
Flyweight
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Still Stuck
IP: 233C 41D5
I stand stuck in amazement looking at this figure kissed by the sun
her figure seems to blossom like a rose after the rain has come the shadows from the scenery block the tiny path to this heavenly figure so I just sit still breathin slowly as I take in this picture my mind races what could this angel be doing why did I stumble onto this place and since her body looks like its calling me shouldnt I meet her face but I just stay here glued to the ground being held back by natures tight embrace STILL STUCK
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07-29-07, 04:15 PM | #5 | |||||||
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personal meaning
IP: 791B 6694
As I sit at the top of the mountain of suicide,
I look at the bottom like a spy looks at his pill of made of cyanide, I remember this place: Ithaca’s cliffs, I think back at that moment and imagine "what if"’s. What if I did it? How would mother have lived? Instead I sit back and remember, every day is a gift.
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