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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Valley
[time] => 2004-08-06 11:34:46
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[bodytext] => The Valley He caught the scent of dreadful fear, Held out his hands, I shed a tear. His laughter sounds extremely clear, As he notices my despair. He's my prince upon the throne, His lips are cold, his hands are stone. Blood rushes in a lifeless poem, There's nothing but the flesh and bone. I wanna touch him really bad, Take the Sorrow, take the Black. I hear his plead and move away, Please, don't let me die today. Reality fades as he strokes my hair, He tells me I'm dying but I don't care. He looks down at me and I could swear, I've never seen a person so fair. I close my eyes and take the last breath, As I linger here in The Valley of Death. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 43 [informant] => goya [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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