Tuesday, October 27, 2009

The Anarchist Who Slept Or Maybe It Was The One Who Wept Comments

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Spotlights search and the fences hum we lie still with smiles plastered to our faces as the snipers look for our heads and we jumped up and ran as fast as we could but ten thousand bullets found us in the mud.
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Undead Perez 13 April 2010

Sign me up! This is an awesome poem and if it were true, I'd join in a heartbeat. It really is all we have anyways! !

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Milica Franchi De Luri 28 October 2009

Man you are such a good writer. Put that in a good use.Let your pen be your weapon. You can change the world with that, not with killing few people.I hope this is only a part of your creative writing and not some stupid teenage revolt against the society

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Juniper March 28 October 2009

dont do this if this is what i think it is don't you dare do this

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