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Nov 12, 2008
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The Purity of Corruption
to the loss of innocence
Frolic merry souls, be pure
Dance in the heat of day
Stabbing games lay facing
To see such amazing hue
Tinge their pallid canvases
What disturbing delight
Cries in shadows of white
Bleached in crimson stains
I saw unicorns play fools
My soul fell so far down
Innocence never so pure
As in its departure
Frolic merry souls, be pure
Dance in the heat of day
Stabbing games lay facing
To see such amazing hue
Tinge their pallid canvases
What disturbing delight
Cries in shadows of white
Bleached in crimson stains
I saw unicorns play fools
My soul fell so far down
Innocence never so pure
As in its departure
— theladyblue, Nov 12, 2008
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Lonnie
17 years 6 months ago
Nice goin', Emarie!
Ink Dragon
17 years 6 months ago
You did it again!
theladyblue
17 years 5 months ago
wow