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September 12 , 2004
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Poetry, arty farty, or worthwhile?
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Posted at 11:00 EST
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Please make as so bold to leave your comments and calling cards.
All critisism is constructive, and sometimes abusive.
I don't mind what you say or how you say it, just don't attack me personally.
LOVE THAT IS NOT LOVE
You're the only one
I ever want
I know my life is emptiness
I understand the coldness
Do you feel the same way
You've become so distant
Mainly at my insistance
You show me to myself
In a completely new light
I believed that love
Would make everything alright
You changed my life
For better, or for worse
Life for me, before you
Was a living curse
You're my knight
Riding a white charger
I believed that nothing
Could pierce your armour
How was I to know
It was the cruelest trick of all
The reason for your fall
Was me, always to my sorrow
I became the poisoned arrow
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