-Tales From Two-

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Friday, August 25, 2006

Her Missing Sun..

That was all i heard from her
Stop torturing me , she yelled
A million years away from her last breath

Tears at the seams , they all fall down
Everyone regrets to call her name
When veins of blood become her desire , but our pain.

The light is gone for a long time ago
Neither the white wind , nor the green grass
Time is lost in her soul , life is gone out of her face

Callous skin, never appeal to any cure
Endless curse , an innate famine
Wolves of grief , bats of blood to drain.

Morning moon will end it over soon
She , a last action hero , a mission undone
Will try to see her missing sun for the first time...

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