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by Silent Regrets Sep 9, 2011 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Die, Die, Die While i sit here and sigh Holding you in Contemp Feeling complete and Content Babies never live long To hear the lovely phoenix song Thats filled with healing That sets my heart peeling The layers of Cold That Grew so old The extent of my hate Will never rate The torture on my play toy Which is you, a pathetic excuse of a boy Ill grant you Eternity...