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since last december.

April 16, 2010

scribblettes 6.0

mother earth, father time
brother, sister; none are mine
call to arms, call to daggers
call to anyone who swaggers
blood is bled
by boys in red
who keep speaking out of turn,
who just want to see the world
burn burn burn



trumpets and lace
in a life filled with grace
Posted by Amelia at 3:48 AM

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