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The ring you gave me turned my skin green, but I liked it, so I did not complain.

Thousand poems written and read
Wispering sweet nothings
Words of such caustic nonsense numb the eras of serenity.
And the scent of the sense of nonsensical sense fills the room.
Reality is just a staircase leading nowhere
But then again, what is time when you are in infinity?
Fighting the sane and obscure
And yet, those rats consumes my imagination.

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©2 November 2012 - 5:35pm — wheneveriturnaround
30 March 2015 - 12:41pm — deepinyourdreams
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So....yur sayin a "rat" gave

So....yur sayin a "rat" gave you a ring and turned your finger green?Tongue Out

"Deepinyourdreams"

11 August 2015 - 9:32pm — wheneveriturnaround
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I think...

Hmm. I think I'm saying that everything that shines aren't made of gold.

When ever I turn around I see a shadow of a stranger

2 March 2013 - 3:14pm — LostInTranslation
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Haha..

I can relate.

 

Story of my life.

-- Jordan <3