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[aid] => mick
[title] => Ruca Saw Red
[time] => 2004-11-21 21:05:25
[hometext] => i just got back from foster home, i havent written on here at all in almost six months so hope you all enjoy this
[bodytext] => Ruca saw red In this darkest of ages Little did she know He loved her more than ever Foolish though he was To taste that sinful fruit of pleasure Saw it was bitter and tainted and fled But… Ruca saw red Wanted sweet revenge And so did the same Committed the crime In a déjà vu frame. She was sure he would forgive After all he had done it too And life without love was none too easy to live He knew her selfish motive And seeing the arrogance in her eyes, he turned away A fire began to burn beneath her exterior And still he had nothing to say And Ruca saw red Perhaps she simply went crazy Her vision became dark and hazy It was a crime of passion No one was to blame The twelve reapers listened as the man in the suit explained Harm was not meant But things turned sour There was nothing but good intent Yet the sugary love lost its sweetness He was wrong in what he did Still did he deserve this? The reapers listened with great interest For everyone loves a good betrayal Except when they are the ones being betrayed A man lost his life, they said A man, who was alive and well, is dead. But why? The man tries to veil the truth, but we all know The secret to this magicians show He says she was helpless, simply out of her head But truth be told ladies and gents, that man was murdered because Ruca saw red. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 43 [informant] => darkplaidbabe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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