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it seems I've forgotten the language sanguine memories stain the angelic scripture its remembered- that when they ripped her flesh from her bones we found our home in the name of revenge its all in the dialogue and this story's written in epilogue every lesson was finally learned when the blood tinted auburn (:it seems I've forgotten the language, i used to speak in vowels and consonants, now every word is constant and followed by the weakest syllables and verbs. its all for filler now, and the words are like paper hearts thrown to the wind.) it seems as if the meaning was lost in the translation survey the sentences- befriend acquaintances to draw battle lines to choose our own sides when the miscreant have tainted reality you will fight along side me this ends with you (: it seems I've forgotten the language, I've raised this glass to a coming of age pilgrimage to a desolate plain on the back of a store window pane, you're living for one night romances and your choking on your own words. well I found the enemy, its like the cancer from second hand smoke. your funeral will culminate the true death of hope and faith.:) and in the end this has severed who we are i suppose never had it in us, to live amongst the stars. From Letras Mania