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Twisted like vines my mind wonders to other worlds Post-apocolyptic society No rules, No worries, No anxiety Everyone does exactly what they please. Along with my "crew" we, the outcasts, rule. WE are the untouchable. WE are the untamable. WE are the  unforgettable. But oh! Who are you? And why are you here? You certainly are new to these parts my dear. Now what shall we do? Shall we lock you up? You won't get out anytime soon. Maybe, to spare you would be nice. But WE remember your words, and they were not at all kind. Maybe you should think twice before judging our so-called "sick" minds that just happen to be twisted like vines.
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Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 7:59 PM UTC
Twisted Like Vines
Twisted like vines my mind wonders to other worlds Post-apocolyptic society No rules, No worries, No anxiety Everyone does exactly what they please. Along with my "crew" we, the outcasts, rule. WE are the untouchable. WE are the untamable. WE are the  unforgettable. But oh! Who are you? And why are you here? You certainly are new to these parts my dear. Now what shall we do? Shall we lock you up? You won't get out anytime soon. Maybe, to spare you would be nice. But WE remember your words, and they were not at all kind. Maybe you should think twice before judging our so-called "sick" minds that just happen to be twisted like vines.
Angel Fulford, 2005
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Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 7:59 PM UTC
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