Mank, by Loneliness is condescending
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Fear is my pleasure
My eyes will put to shame even the strongest of nightmares
With the kindest of words and absent of touch
Your down fall will be insured
So stifling my skills even the darkness hides from me
Far beyond evil
Deaths forsakes my soul
Pain flees my flesh
My eyes have fallen on you
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| Posted: 2005-09-12 02:08:14 UTC |
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| 2005-09-21 02:52:20 | ill haven |
| Wow.
I can't describe this poem.
Good job. Way to leave a critic speechless. |