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i hope he comes soon,
he who rides the pale horse.
i'm tired of this place
and i can't anymore.
cold and heartless,
i am nothing
i am no-one.
i hope he comes soon,
he who rides the pale horse.
i'm tired of this place
and i can't anymore.
cold and heartless,
i am nothing
i am no-one.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Thu 13th May 2010 10:06
Well said Isobel-I second that-despite only being an old wordsmithing' duffer-lots love Kath-Stef-xx
You ARE a poet Kath and you CAN express yourself very well. x
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Rachel Bond
Mon 24th May 2010 12:04
he who rides the pale horse is often no where to be seen x