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  • Lyric Poetry Re: R.I.P

    In the morning when i wake uo im thinking of you, I think about the times we've had and what we've Been through, happiness was automatic we did it Slow ...

    May 29, 2010
  • Lyric Poetry Re: Angel of Death

    There was a time of angels and death, they through their bodys in a dirt like trench, they did expirements and torchered the inoccent, they swiftly came alive with there ...

    May 28, 2010


I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights