| Registered: | Apr 29, 2005 2:32 PM |
| ID: | 36608 |
| Title: | User |
| Name: | My name is secret. |
| Gender: | Female |
| Eem: | 1,016,994 |
| Pet choice: | Befriend |
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| Forum posts: | Forum posts |
| Achievements: | Member |
| Pets: | CrazyKittyKyrian, ElephantEliserm, Quasimodotel, FireFlameFerran |
| Shops: | Flamesownbazaar, shoppingmall |
| Last seen: | 1013 weeks, 15 hours, 24 minutes ago |
 List of Friends Click on their name to go to their profile: Shelly Webster rottenroses Hyper Angel To become a friend all you have to do is be nice to me My poems are below: A Rose is a Gypsy A rose is a gypsy, a gypsy, a rose, The stem is the body in a graceful pose, The petals form the gypsy's face, Smiling slyly, full of grace, The leaves are arms, reaching for the sky, The thorns are hooks to keep scarves nearby, The buds are babies, wailing all night, A rose is a gypsy, if you look just right. Death I fear death, And it harsh wrath, But if it calls, I'll follow its path, Along the trail, But still apart, I'll follow death, And its cold heart, Death is cold, Harsh to us all, But it goes on, And will never fall, Life and Death, You need one for the other, Complete enemies, Killing one another. Torture There are some people, Who have no heart, Who'll take someone, And tear them apart, Not with their hands, Not with a machine, But with words, So cruel and mean, | |