Unappreciated

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By ---N-o-n-e-x-i-s-t-e-n t---

The silver light of a version moon... Only by darkness can be shown... How could a whit heart like my own…? Bear living in a fabled down… While a black snake grows in my bon… I tie my screams for they should remain forever unknown… In a less perfect world, I was born... To prove that angels are never alone... To prove that salvation will come so soon … When our souls refuse to mourn…

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March 11, 2010 15:04Convalescence

Sad, but beautiful