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15/04/2005 5:49 pm
Here it is, just the first verse though. its still in progress.
You are my Amaranthine,
Locked inside, the purest thing.
Taken in too large a dose,
I'm apt to go comotose.
I am your sufferer.
Ripped in mind, a rememberer.
In my mind I hold you close,
Too much for me to diagnose.
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Any feedback would be much appreciated. Thanx.
"Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?" Corey Taylor
