Muddled Mouth Drippings

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By 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

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May 15, 2007 02:56lost the lonely dead

um......*smirk*

May 17, 2007 23:22. QUEENIE .

i like this