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beagleboy

@beagleboy

Dazzler

Posted: 8 years ago

The molten black of my eyes

will plunge you into deep depths of such madness

that truth will fade into an abyss.

memories will sink

and life will become a feather light breath,waiting to be snuffed.

Uff Shiv! Uff!

Edited by beagleboy - 8 years ago

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clarity

@clarity

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Posted: 8 years ago

Was this the shayari at the end?

I think I didn't pay attention lol.

Bhoot's a 'ghost writer'. Geddit?

😆

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beagleboy

@beagleboy

Dazzler

Posted: 8 years ago

Originally posted by: clarity
<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Was this the shayari at the end?

I think I didn't pay attention lol.

Bhoot's a 'ghost writer'. Geddit?

😆
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No this was me being writer for the ghost writer. His poetry was something else I should not forget but have forgotten! I think that's because there was no Dark Lord warning in it! Let's face ot, he probably Bullshits on occasion - given sometimes he is full of love and sometimes full off death!

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clarity

@clarity

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Posted: 8 years ago

Originally posted by: beagleboy

No this was me being writer for the ghost writer. His poetry was something else I should not forget but have forgotten! I think that's because there was no Dark Lord warning in it! Let's face ot, he probably Bullshits on occasion - given sometimes he is full of love and sometimes full off death!

Wow, that was beautiful. Giving tough competition to Bhoot, I must say. 😳

At this rate, Bhoot will be writing these hateful couplets for you and freezing the water in your house's plumbing. Get ready beagle, winter is coming.

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beagleboy

@beagleboy

Dazzler

Posted: 8 years ago

Originally posted by: clarity

Wow, that was beautiful. Giving tough competition to Bhoot, I must say. 😳

At this rate, Bhoot will be writing these hateful couplets for you and freezing the water in your house's plumbing. Get ready beagle, winter is coming.

Thank you!

But dear clarity, let him be forewarned, for,

I am the spring that melts away the february ice

and the warmth that engulfs the frost.

I am the defiant bud that breaks through one April morn

leaving my fear of his cold winter's heart behind.