| A redone version of [link] for the 'Kick you own @ass' contest. There really isn't any comparison between the two. |
| A redone version of [link] for the 'Kick you own @ass' contest. There really isn't any comparison between the two. |
Moon

Telephone MessagesIt sat there on the table, Cold stare echoing around The room reminding me of What had transpired.Telephone Messages
It sent out messages in Morse code, one dash short Of what I want, should I have had one to save.
The numbers it read Increased like clockwork, The temptation was there But knowing what you said
Still leaves half a battle to fight.
by £deviantWEAR
by ~BloodNotInk
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God was my co-pilot, but we crashed in the mountains and I had to eat him...
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Living for what hasn't happened yet.
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God was my co-pilot, but we crashed in the mountains and I had to eat him...
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God was my co-pilot, but we crashed in the mountains and I had to eat him...
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God was my co-pilot, but we crashed in the mountains and I had to eat him...
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