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Sep 05, 2009
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Hell...
I feel as
though
I have
washed
ashore
damning
myself
to hell
scraping
the edges
clean
of rust
and blood
searching
no more
lying
in the
dust
waiting
for no
one
while
the crowds
become
a flood...
though
I have
washed
ashore
damning
myself
to hell
scraping
the edges
clean
of rust
and blood
searching
no more
lying
in the
dust
waiting
for no
one
while
the crowds
become
a flood...
— Fleur MacDonald, Sep 05, 2009
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Seren
16 years 10 months ago
Dearest Fleur
Fleur MacDonald
16 years 10 months ago
Not sad or hungover
lyz
16 years 10 months ago
Dear Fleur
Fleur MacDonald
16 years 10 months ago
Thanks lyz
Bosscombat
16 years 10 months ago
:)
Fleur MacDonald
16 years 10 months ago
Just had some
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