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Suspended By Your Flame How did this all startSuspended By Your Flame by ~Geo-Seven
This unthawing of a heart
Your fire I detected
Yet breathing it into me was unexpected
And within this fatal frame
I remain suspended by your flame
And if only you felt the same
This tragedy would not be in vain
But until you call my name
I shall remain suspended by your flame
How long ago did the others start
Trying to snatch a piece of your broken heart
Your fire they all rejected
Yet putting it out was harder than they expected
And within this fatal frame
You remain suspended by their game
And if only you felt the same
This tragedy would not be in vain
But until you call their name
You shall
Burning Leaves That scent of burning leaves returns to the airBurning Leaves by ~Geo-Seven
These days I'm the only one that seems to care
It always seems to return me there
To the days of silken lips and autumn hair
It was not as long ago as it may seem
But that is always the nature of a dream
And a dream can quickly become a horror scene
When you live your life to hear others scream
Do you remember holding hands, visiting twisted circus stands, tying our hair together in knotted strands
Strands that meant our love would last forever
Remember the hours in bed tangled together, or on the porch breathing devil's ether
Do your remember the nights before it all went wrong
Waiting For Sunrise Another night and we're left waitingWaiting For Sunrise by ~Geo-Seven
The last light over the trees is fading
As the sirens blare across the lavender sky
Tonight we die
The last light and they're waiting
Their eager mouths salivating
The echoed screams of the devout
There is no way out
Tonight's the night we sacrifice everyone
Mourning the lost until mornings light has finally come
Waiting for sunrise
Butcher knives and shotgun shells can't save you from what's coming
The light is out there's no use in running
Remember to save that last bullet for yourself
Or if you love them use it on someone else
Reality is just an old and dusty painting hanging on a
Lust 
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"I am the wierdo that sits next to you on the bus!"
-Darkwing Duck
Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
With stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,
He thrusts his fists against the posts
And still insists he sees the ghosts.
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I came here to kick ass and chew bubble gum, and i'm all out of gum.
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"I am the wierdo that sits next to you on the bus!"
-Darkwing Duck
Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
With stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,
He thrusts his fists against the posts
And still insists he sees the ghosts.
--
I came here to kick ass and chew bubble gum, and i'm all out of gum.
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"I am the wierdo that sits next to you on the bus!"
-Darkwing Duck
Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
With stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,
He thrusts his fists against the posts
And still insists he sees the ghosts.
I went through a little slump, but I'm doing better. Hope you're well.
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"I am the wierdo that sits next to you on the bus!"
-Darkwing Duck
Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
With stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,
He thrusts his fists against the posts
And still insists he sees the ghosts.
Hope the slump is far behind you now. I'm doing fine. Work stinks, but that's probably a law of nature.
Take it easy!
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"I am the wierdo that sits next to you on the bus!"
-Darkwing Duck
Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
With stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,
He thrusts his fists against the posts
And still insists he sees the ghosts.
--
"The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, the most dangerous plaything." ~Friedrich Nietzsche
"A pessimist is a man who thinks all women are bad. An optimist is a man who hopes they are." ~Chauncey Mitchell Depew
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"I'm a very neat monster."
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"They say drugs aren't the answer, but really, what is the problem?"
Paint It Black Janet Fitch
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"I am the wierdo that sits next to you on the bus!"
-Darkwing Duck
Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
With stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,
He thrusts his fists against the posts
And still insists he sees the ghosts.
--
"I am the wierdo that sits next to you on the bus!"
-Darkwing Duck
Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
With stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,
He thrusts his fists against the posts
And still insists he sees the ghosts.
--
"I am the wierdo that sits next to you on the bus!"
-Darkwing Duck
Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
With stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,
He thrusts his fists against the posts
And still insists he sees the ghosts.
You don't even speak the language. Why?
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"I am the wierdo that sits next to you on the bus!"
-Darkwing Duck
Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
With stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,
He thrusts his fists against the posts
And still insists he sees the ghosts.