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An array of flowery words
Scented with fragrant lies
All I say is end
All it means is death
With Persuasion on the lips 
And convection in the whispers
Posted: 2006-04-16 04:55:24 UTC
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2006-04-21 18:41:45lost the lonely dead
it amuses me