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Existence fully plagued by ills,
a cure not found in the form of pills.
The only possible remedy lies,
behind the gaze of hidden eyes.
Soon a world both dark and dreary,
all now gone once bright and cheery,
shall rise to power and take over,
the drunken rage turned calmly sober.
- by Aislene Drossel |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/18/2008 |
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- Title: Illness
- Artist: Aislene Drossel
- Description: A short poem, one of many that I keep lying around.
- Date: 07/18/2008
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- Blondy645 - 07/21/2008
- Wow. Thats really good. 5 star rating. Rate mine?
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