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sâmbătă, 15 mai 2010

The Cold Ones

A shattered soul is easy to see, with fist at hands and clenched teeth, it bounds thee. The ones who's memories invoke thee, that which causes misery. The ones who's story's are untold, the ones that wait, to simply regenerate. The ones that walk every night, and search for the one who will help with the fights. The fights to loose, the fights to win, even the fights that rage under the skin. They are considered to be cold, built strong and bold. But cravings consumed them, and with there eyes penetrating thee, you will come to see, more then there own pain and misery.

- by Cold

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