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My mindby ~shadow-angel
The Witching HourWhen some are sleeping and others are dying When girls are sighing and boys are diving When the innocent are rare and the wicked arrive, So does my mind wonder, over the truth it seems. Conversations are had Stories are told Drinks are poured and the tale unfolds. Stories of new Stories of old, Where women weep and men are cold. Life lingers here and there, Death comes out to play. Thoughts are formed and written down, Or lost to the night and the day. Words are formed and some are spoken Yet there is always something left un-broken A hidden kiss,The Witching Hour
by ~shadow-angel
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- Current Residence: Australia
- Interests: The things that interest me are my interests
- Favourite movie: Donnie Darko, The Crow, Dark City, Interview with the vampire, Empire Records, bulletproof monk
- Favourite band or musician: anything that sounds good
- Operating System: Windows Vista
- Personal Quote: This is the night, That either makes me, or fordoes me quite
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- MSN: connie_diplas@hotmail.com
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