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Feb 2013
Dead rat...
this place smells like
a decaying
dead
rat
The stench
fills up your breath
haunting our sanity
Desperate for control
you
pull the strings
hoping to choke
us
As we laugh at the howling wind
knowing that you are
empty
Soon the day will end
and we'll pour ourselves a drink
as the rain
dance
with our thoughts...
Mek
Mar09
Mek and the Infinite Madness
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Mek and the Infinite Madness  Under my bed...
(Under my bed...)   
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