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Black Out
it is horrid
to be blind
visions descend upon me
hear the whisper of the wind
shadows on my room walls
just like a shadow theatre
dark and ominous
the way this silence its tumultuous
in hearing the sounds
of screams in a blackout
to be blind
visions descend upon me
hear the whisper of the wind
shadows on my room walls
just like a shadow theatre
dark and ominous
the way this silence its tumultuous
in hearing the sounds
of screams in a blackout
Published 17th Apr 2013
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17th Apr 2013 5:16am
really cool. great use of words--effective and clean-cut. this is definitely something for my reading list. thanks.
Train.
Train.
17th Apr 2013 5:22am
17th Apr 2013 4:51pm
apaan sih lu :p ... I told you only my family members call me by the spilled ink on my birth certificate. my name is train =3= lol, dickhead :D
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18th Apr 2013 3:40am
17th Apr 2013 5:18am
