Imprisoned by ChoiceWrested into a dark violet embrace The taste of absinthe in the kiss my lips laceImprisoned by Choice
A cold unscathed land calls yonder, beckoning from my darkened abode My imprisoned soul responding in bittersweet code
But there I stay, in my cell, most contrite A fallen deity illuminated in light
I like your gallery
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You might keep me alive,
but I can let you down any time that I like
(IAMX - White suburb impressionism)
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~L
..a friend in needs a friend indeed, a friend with paint it better....
*CHRITICISM WANTED! check out my Gallary! --> [link]
As fast as you can
But you can't run run
From the Childcatcher's hands...
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Art is a word.
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semi automatic pulse, psyched up for the next level
I plug you in, make life flash before your eyes.
nice start of to your gallery!
i must watch
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see you on the flip side.
'borrowed memory' is rather ace
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it's cool to be hard and hard to be cool
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A glow from the future a sorrow yet to be undone
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!!!Get RID!!!
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The Lord said "Ask and you shall recieve" ..terms and conditions apply..
There is no instinct like that of the heart. ~Lord Byron
If love is an apple the flesh is the sin.
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