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Edited by
s1owhand
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Sat 08/30/08 05:43 AM
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for Deaths Treaty...
http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/160708 Tick tock Tick tock The clock looks with a late hour Only seconds after midnight and its already begun.. The winds picking up and the sky turning gray in color 12:01...the feeling.. It stopped.. Tick tock Tick tock... The blood is slowly draining Emptiness filling again It is seconds after seconds The winds play tag through the gravestones Winter branches cackle and shake They want to Dance Tick tock Tick tock... Coming like the train next stop is here And at this station there is no getting off A hunger vaguely stirs soon time to feed A banquet Payment currency of flesh Inhalation a deep breath of smoke Tick tock Tick tock... The scent of gun oil permeates the air Soon mixing with burning powder many rounds The percussion my symphony to all A flood of death under a raft of suicide Making art of myself and all of them Splatter painting on the walls Tick tock Tick tock...my metronome |
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very cool Harold
 
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heheheheh a Tarantino moment...
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Edited by
d4tc
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Sat 08/30/08 12:05 PM
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tick tock
unlock this clock it's tock unlocks nice fit nice tick fast man S1owhand 
Inspired by http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/160838?page=1  
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wow
look at the time years past still her face never changed read her like numbers pulse, the click of seconds breath, the whir diamond movement endless waltz loving arms turning pendulum sways holding me close transfixed eyes unable to look away so beautiful this turning graceful dance 
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holy crap "H"
had to do some digging for that one, huh?
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That was very nice
I like always reading what you write Tick Tock . Blessings ƸӁƷ Harmony |
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now, if we could just get DT back here too! cool, slow
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running down familiar pathways dirty trails hard pavement on the streetcorner abrupt ending 4-way stop blinking red paints everything dimlit shadows death is coming you can feel it so late at night so early in the morning looking around down on the scarlet pavement tired tired red eyes |
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