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Array ( [sid] => 152132 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => This Reaction this Recoil of Triggered Shotguns. [time] => 2009-08-10 11:53:44 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The speck in the road is all that you have,
we walk in distance reminders of someone else's game.
The dragging that comes behind is only a fragrance caught in your mind,
the rose that hides somewhere in your path.

That sparkle that is in your eyes feasts on the pain,
to shred the life from within us all.
You ride the beast waving your colors to the night,
you presence torches the ground.

Your passion faded in this limelight,
you stroked your ego to flame the fans.

You use to be alright

Dusted and been reminded over the years that trust is not your thing,
your here to win you walk within your own landscape.
Knocking people down in your tipsy topsy world,
throwing punches threw the crowds.

Peeling the plastic to find the face you have hidden,
nothing short of forgiveness.
Tempting the way you persuade the masses,
you speak with out forlorn.

Did you dance with me the first time you intervened within my life,
i can not remember the stain you put on my birth.
This reaction this recoil of triggered shotguns,
you words sink in my chest.

You will always be within my presence you are my soul,
My mind within my mind.

For i am you.

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This Reaction this Recoil of Triggered Shotguns.

Contributed by lostrelic on Monday, 10th August 2009 @ 11:53:44 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



The speck in the road is all that you have,
we walk in distance reminders of someone else's game.
The dragging that comes behind is only a fragrance caught in your mind,
the rose that hides somewhere in your path.

That sparkle that is in your eyes feasts on the pain,
to shred the life from within us all.
You ride the beast waving your colors to the night,
you presence torches the ground.

Your passion faded in this limelight,
you stroked your ego to flame the fans.

You use to be alright

Dusted and been reminded over the years that trust is not your thing,
your here to win you walk within your own landscape.
Knocking people down in your tipsy topsy world,
throwing punches threw the crowds.

Peeling the plastic to find the face you have hidden,
nothing short of forgiveness.
Tempting the way you persuade the masses,
you speak with out forlorn.

Did you dance with me the first time you intervened within my life,
i can not remember the stain you put on my birth.
This reaction this recoil of triggered shotguns,
you words sink in my chest.

You will always be within my presence you are my soul,
My mind within my mind.

For i am you.





Copyright © lostrelic ... [ 2009-08-10 11:53:44]
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Re: This Reaction this Recoil of Triggered Shotguns. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 11th August 2009 @ 06:24:40 AM AEST
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Nice writing, good work.

-Phil




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