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thy melancholy of one's heart with tales untold drives down like a hatchet on thy tortured soul was not she who promised to lift thou of guilt to free from the constraints that thou carefully built lady love blinds thou with gentle words of whisper encape thou in a black looming fog can thou never kiss her thy heart is dead thy soul gone cold death thine beckon ye great entity of old thy hour groweth late thy time haveth come blood soak the heavens thy body goes numb.....

Sunday, November 27, 2005

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Finally got the "Sorrowful Picks" section fixed, these are my recommended favourites. Do read through some of them if yer have the time.....

~ sorrow x ~

8 Comments:

Anonymous said...: wuuusup X ... ;-) i like your writing style..

keep it up... oh yeah..
and this www.dreamtheater.net; 05:30
Peace said...: Hi x, thanks for linking. : ); 20:53
Anonymous said...: hey thanks for the comment! I added 2 more poems at the poems section!! Peruse through them at leisure and as always your comments are appreciated.

Whats a guy gotta do to get in the dark circle eh?

have a nice day
regards
g; 21:25
Anonymous said...: oh and in case u forgot the site it is
http://g-thisisme.blogspirit.com

regards
g; 21:26
X said...: thanks bran, wendz been tellin me bout yer lots. will check the site real soon. if i manage to write someth from it, will let yer both know. keep banging those drums of yers dude, i'll see yer all when i get back to sg; 22:55
X said...: no probs peace, always a pleasure; 22:57
X said...: well g, most of the time, they bring me sacrificial offerings, lotsa booze as well...but i'll make it a exception this time, welcome to the club; 23:02
X said...: yeah...thought yer are busy with someth, a child yer taking care of?; 05:20

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Sunday, November 27, 2005

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