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Created:
04/04 2007
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Dear Past, The Dead Had Sewn
Beneath the blood red moon she sits
Upon a tortured, hardened stone
An ancient mind always forgets
of what dear past the dead had sewn
Deep inside the shimmer of blood
thats lies under the clear blue skin
unwanted wait, covered in mud
For ancient mind to love again
Instead a blankly gaze they see
Of lust empowered by the moon
Thoughts flow by, "will we ever be?"
Jade eyes close, death had come to soon
Dying inside the reaper's home
Of what dear past, the dead had sewn
Upon a tortured, hardened stone
An ancient mind always forgets
of what dear past the dead had sewn
Deep inside the shimmer of blood
thats lies under the clear blue skin
unwanted wait, covered in mud
For ancient mind to love again
Instead a blankly gaze they see
Of lust empowered by the moon
Thoughts flow by, "will we ever be?"
Jade eyes close, death had come to soon
Dying inside the reaper's home
Of what dear past, the dead had sewn
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