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Two Thousand and five; reaped
My mind like a combine harvester.
Cos' chance blew an Angel
To me like an east wind
Raiding a summer threshing floor...
With words unspoken,
My dark Angel infected
Gluttonous mind with a love poison.
And together we flew to cupids' garden
Where on a rainbow our love
We painted for a celebration...
DEDICATED TO IZ
'My Dark Angel.
| Wow this is over the top! I really loved it. Spectacular. I thought the title was really nice and i liked the last two lines alot. Keep writing.|
Nigeria? that's new.
|| Posted on 2005-12-02 00:00:00 | by Red_reaper | [ Reply to This ] |