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<center><font face="Arial"> Drapes are pulled under this Moon You're laying there resisting suppressing the truth Possessor of the Freaks leaning on a Grotesque tree Drunk In his hand a bottle of cheap Whiskey Mermaid Girl Wounded your eyes are Jaded Sage-green Bete noire Rising Star Behind stacked crates I shall hide In the shadows waiting Till it's time Freedom </font> </center>

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February 2, 2010 20:37Lovecrafter

really cool and vivid. thanks for the comment too. ;}