

HeroShe was an artist,Hero
Painting dreams with whispers.
He was her scalpel,
Shaving clay to perfection.
She wore pristine skin, Stained with self-damnation.
He was the hero, Striving for her salvation.
Her porcelain mask, Couldn't hide her hunger.
Her intentions clear, As she spoke in tongues.
His smile faded, Hope withering unto despair.
He had died before, What was one more eulogy.
She shook her head, Murder shouldn't feel like this.
He left in silence, Avoiding those la
and I wish you a awesome weekend
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Music Is True Love
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"ain't no such things as halfway crooks..." - mobb deep
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menoevil.com
In other words, what's up? New account! Watch give.
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RipleyMars on twitter
July 20th, 2009 - check out my new stylings
gallery(!) expand in ways that only comes with personal growth. Although I haven't known you for a longtime I just wanted to say that it is a pleasure to visit your page, I've learned to expect the unexpected, in a good way. Have a great Easter weekend, thanks for the laughs and the support
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wish you a nice day and hope its full of lots of love and inspiration
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Music Is True Love
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