Sunday, April 30, 2006

Sting of the venom.
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-MELz.

Like bugs on torn,shredded greens,
Ant treaded,and mice grated;
The air lies cold,a resonating stillness,
Shutters blind eyes,of the intangible rebuttals.

Sputter and liven,faint and grow,
Anticipating distaste,Stunning your fonder;
Of roundabout glee and wicked fantasy,
Winding paths filled with traps and pitfalls;

She speaks her finest,unpredictable strokes,
Grumbles to satisfaction,tinge of fickle stunts,
Silence bestows,bold the red parallels,
Hide in the consuming distress,
The recumbent shock.

8:27 AM

`____mellisais productions-   Â©2005-2006





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the composers
melissa - elisabeth
mel/lissa - lisais
18 - 18
chij st.j - sphs

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mel.isforreal - peachypeachypeach

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n/a - whheex

gmail: thebeautiful.letdown@gmail.com - n/a

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previous compositions
- Fire.
- de amour.
- i just don't know
- BLOOD
- the rock by the roadside.
- when i was young.
- the ancient mirror.
- Reincarnation
- MALTOSE! malt candy!
- The Living Corpse


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skin layout - rach