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[title] => Sins. Why stop at 7?
[time] => 2008-08-14 21:36:04
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[bodytext] => her eyes fogged up like the windows in winter as the poison burned her tender throat another glass of cheap champagne and her stomach began to bloat. kissed the glass against her crimson lips she felt her chest rise, but forget to fall and her heels blistered painfully as she pressed them into the floor yet she smiled so politely, the leggings to cover the scars of lonely nights that she spent slashing more then her arms All her guests stared longingly at the glitter in her eyes and wondered how they sparkled so bright all the time They kissed her cheek with envy And drank only the finest wine But all she needed was a cask of red and a few hundred lines Miss Perfect, Miss Glamerous Not so happy underneath Her final guest leaves, longing for her life Wishing she was her, only for one night Another bottle, and a dim light room Call this life? Yes. I do. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 13 [informant] => amber_vonHorror [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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