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Post by Fea on Jan 22, 2005 9:01:30 GMT -5
Moon days are red with my thoughts of you. Trouble some times hold no pretty view. Words you have said leave a perminant bruise Good meomorys flee I've only bad ones to see. Sleep never comes easy but soon it will come. when i do wake up I'll wake up to war. Another day over Another day done Tomorrow I'll face you. And not even angels will stop me.
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Post by piñata on Jan 23, 2005 14:59:37 GMT -5
Hmm... very strong poem... what's it about exactly, though? I get the impression it's about a confrontation of some sort, but I was wondering if it was something more specific you were trying to get at. Anyway, it's still good.
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Post by Fea on Feb 5, 2005 13:10:24 GMT -5
Its kind of a story about when i fell out with some one who i thought was a good freind but she wasn't really. It happened on a monday (moonday) It also about how i feel uneasy when theres trouble between my friends and how i never hold back and can sometimes go too far. Thers other points in there but i'm guessing you've picked up on them. I'm glad you like it ;D
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Post by piñata on Feb 6, 2005 16:15:17 GMT -5
Thanks. I just reread it, and I like it even more now that I know all that background information.
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