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Righteous JammerRighteous Jammer Posts: 509
edited October 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
You parade thru the soft summer
We watch your eager rifle decay
Your wilderness
Your teeming emptiness
Pale forests on verge of light
decline.

More of your miracles
More of your magic arms
- James Douglas Morrison
It doesnt hurt.... when I bleed
but memories...they eat me
I've seen it all before,...
bring it on cause I'm no victim.
-Ghost
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