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Feb 21, 2006 16:02

"Adonia"

This is maddness
Such pretty words
Across a landscape of horror
To wake in a brand new hour
Is almost as brilliant as suicide
The last word is far from here
We will walk through the flames as one
I grew into a shell encased in ash
Now I glow through acid rain
A blanket for me
I can feel the wings inside me
Shattering through the windows
The wind blows for nights like this
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