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The only thing I was made for
Was to make other people gleam.
I am not human
Nor an angel
Nor the secretary of God
I am
Sent from that garden called
Eden.
When your Eden perished
I came
Descended from the gods
To make ones Eden grow
The fine vines grow and grow
To give you a miracle
Growing into your veins
Don't cut the fine vines
No
Don't cut them
Instead,
Cut your veins
- by Clintorus Eastwood |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/07/2008 |
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- Title: Eden
- Artist: Clintorus Eastwood
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Description:
This was made in september 2008 and I wrote it for a dude i was kinna infatuated with at the time.
But now, it's just I thing I kinda keep in mind, because I speak the truth of this poem.
Enjoy <3 - Date: 12/07/2008
- Tags: saraedenhippie
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Comments (3 Comments)
- xKxAxYxLxAx - 12/08/2008
- sawa!!!! that ish awshome!!!!!!!!! i wobe it!
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- MyLittleEvilPony - 12/07/2008
- coolio....still..............GIVE ME MONEY!! I GOT HAKIN HAKED!!!........lol............NO REALLY
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- Vexed Bullet - 12/07/2008
- Wow.......this poem is unique, Sara. I really enjoyed it! Automatically in my favorites. smile
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