mstrevil
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Purple is the new Evil
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Post by mstrevil on Apr 7, 2009 17:49:15 GMT -5
The sun got jealous, of a girl so hot, queen of the world, to a boy so not. They were so close, as if tied to one another, by a single knot.
As time went on, they realized them, as one, doomed to hell. So, they grew apart as the thought of them, as one, fell. One... Two... Three thousand miles they descend off in the distance they hear a bell... Four... Five... Six... thousand miles more fire rises, tikes there goes a cell.
She disappears, leaving him "6 feet under..." leaving him to deal with this depressed... He often wonders where she went Crack, goes the whip... wondering her expression
wondering how she feels knowing he's there... contempt, excited, or mayve even, sad. Crack, he works faster, still wondering... wondering... if she feels bad Crack... Crack... Crack... does he goes... getting so very mad.
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