Verbal ForgeryA Poem by AlmostWhatIWantYour words are poison, it fills the air
Dream of white lights and ice
There was nothing like when you dreamed
Dream of white lights and ice
Without a care you never intended to be © 2008 AlmostWhatIWantAuthor's Note
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Added on March 28, 2008 Last Updated on March 30, 2008 AuthorAlmostWhatIWantVernon, NJAboutIm just a writer. Ageless in spirit but trapped inside the body of a rather confused boy. Welcome and enjoy the music: Im 16, and i write like ive lived enough lives to die enough for everyone cur.. more..Writing
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