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* 'Trenches of Shame'

There she lays in the 'trenches of shame' She's covered from head to toe as it flows from her every pore. The stag net muddy green puss filled river runs beside her the constant smell of 'flith' decaying flesh rotting inside her body. All is 'dead' with in her already scared broken body any 'hope' now lost. Her surroundings have become polluted decaying masses of rot where she is buried in the 'trenches of shame.'

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Date: 6/28/2010 6:51:00 PM
Wow,,, this was a deep write,, love the tittle btw...P.D.
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