Muddled Mouth Drippings, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending 

Love is Thy immortality
Slow and sweetly suffocating 
Abandoned at the greatest hour
Hidden away so no one knows
We will die together 
What did you aspire to reserved the privilege of death
Posted: 2007-05-12 17:17:09 UTC
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2007-05-15 02:56:30lost the lonely dead
um......*smirk*

2007-05-17 23:22:17. QUEENIE .
i like this