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off went to the twighlight sea
winkum, blinkum, nod and me
off we sailed in a 4 post bed
to the dreaded shores of the broken and dead
there we sat on the darking wall
watching the blood red sun fall
and then we readied out silver nets
for the souls to rise to pay our debts
by light of dark and shimmers grey
up rose the souls of the passed away
pirismatic as they danced
colors shifting like a trance
we glanced at each other and nodded our heads
these beutiful souls will dance safe in their beds
tonight we harvesters of souls
will sit and watch, and share a bowl
©2007-2010 ~daris-drakonis
:icondaris-drakonis:

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yea.....BORED

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:icondreaming-queen:
nice :D

--
Why do your fists bleed, baby?
Beat down fake walls enclosing you, maybe?
--The Waiting Room, Sixpence None The Richer

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