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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 9 months ago
Dearest Fleur
Fleur MacDonald
16 years 9 months ago
Not sad or hungover
lyz
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Fleur
Fleur MacDonald
16 years 9 months ago
Thanks lyz
Bosscombat
16 years 9 months ago
:)
Fleur MacDonald
16 years 9 months ago
Just had some
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