

Dead hands poemI try to twist the pen another way writing with a razor blade on a piece of silkDead hands poem
Fading words seek each other
Striving to find happiness together fill their meaningless existence trying to hold on to nothing
Even the letters that I am typing they too will die As I too one day shall As time turns As lifes furnace burns
Restless and crying the ghost linger it cannot take the final step riped away from his love
Shaman
by `niteangel
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Are you the nurse who loved me?
28.6.42.12
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Are you the nurse who loved me?
28.6.42.12
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I can still feel you, even so far away...
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anyone who asks you what you do in private deserves to be lied to. viciously.
*socal....the place to be
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Are you the nurse who loved me?
28.6.42.12
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Life is a disease transimitable by sex!
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