reflection
hidden in the dawn of tommorow
i grew from unspoken sorrow
my heart's made of broken dreams
filled and flowing with crimson streams
i was blessed in today's regrets
bound to forbidden secrets
i am but a pity servent
lost in the search for perfect
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hiddeninbloodposted on 05/05/2008
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