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Post by Jedi Kay on Jul 13, 2008 15:02:57 GMT -5
Roses are red, blood used to be blue, they shoot daggers with eyes, and they shot them at you, He used to cross his heart, and he used to wish to die, He'd gladly shove needles, into her f*cking eyes. ---------------------- Yes, it's dark, but I love it. It was all by moi.
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Post by Tafara on Jul 13, 2008 18:13:08 GMT -5
oooh wow. It gives me chills. Love the manipulation of the "Roses are red... violets are blue" poem. Very sweet =D
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Post by hilary on Jul 13, 2008 21:12:42 GMT -5
very deep
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