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London Roots competition entry

Me V the tracksuits

You take me for granted, All that I am Your whole life's a lie A publicity scam For all that's touchable Is not always real And for my love You said you would kill So take the hand that turns the clock Kiss the lips that feed The fangs are sharper than they look For all that I know is greed Blood dripping like a fountain poured Smiles kill the plight Your voice is merely a memory now That comforts me at night How I look to the distance Trying to see the fire of your eyes The demons all run silently Mocked by violent cries I want to feel the touch The coldness of your skin I want to feel the lovers bite So you can take the blood within You don't come now that I cry You won't let me see the fire You said you would return to me But you are just a liar.

She stole him, and they drove off - into the night. It was dark - The sexy beast was so perfect...

"We will call him Oscar..Oscar Winston." "No we won't" replied Theresa. "Yer Oscar Winston, you done a great job, darling, well done!" "It's not a...

What does the last surviving human do on Christmas Day &;#063;

So just eat me If you think that I care well I don't You can try if you want to but it won't work Go on I dare you! Chicken!

New York,September 12, 2001