damn irony

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By poison girl

i twist your ring on my finger. it no longer feels smooth but rough with dings and dents i slide it off and on to get some feeling back but i pull too far and the ring falls down to the floor and through a hole into the sewer where it floats along through the filth and all that was once good and along the way brushes against sandpaper and wears the dings and dents back to the smoothness it once had

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May 21, 2007 17:05Angel of Music

very good I really like this one!