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[aid] => mick
[title] => Immortal Sin
[time] => 2004-03-08 18:43:42
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[bodytext] => Blood drips from her open wounds, so red was the color of her paint, she filled the cup with her immortal sin and dipped in the brush to paint within. the picture she paints with pain and dispair, tells a story to all of what wasnt fair, she doesnt think of what she sees only believes in what she feels. the knife that left her wounds so deep controls the thoughts of devil's keep and as she continues to lay painting the picture of whats within she fills the cup with immortal sin. what will others think of her art, which she created on the white canvus of cotton? what will it matter anyway? she has painted her insides so beautifully filled through out the canvus she dips the brush just one last time to paint to the art of whats within dipped inside her immortal sin. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 13 [informant] => rawkergurl2003 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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