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justin · #1 (**permalink**) Jan 13, 02

hopelessness in a brick city
anger grates on chalky red walls
and chalky red blood
soaks clean white sheets
being alone hurts more then a gun
and its sweet seduction
enter inside
the city hurts
inside your thoughts
nothing works

high-dee · #2 (**permalink**) Jan 13, 02

DAMN!

I thought it would be a poem for Azim and Precise!

:(

Look, now I'm all sad!

justin · #3 (**permalink**) Jan 13, 02

hehe next time hun :)

high-dee · #4 (**permalink**) Jan 13, 02

oh, that sounded bad...your poem was really good!

hehe...

just sad. :(

are you ok?

.muffy. · #5 (**permalink**) Jan 19, 02

she's right justin...yer poem is actually very good.
i like.

justin · #6 (**permalink**) Jan 21, 02

thanks heidi and adrian :)

.muffy. · #7 (**permalink**) Jan 21, 02

anytime.
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