| Ben wrote depressing, bad poetry... |
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 | My fairest days... have left me..these tears shall never dry....mourning bathed in sorrow...from the blackness of the sky.... | |
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| yikes... | |
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| Oh, hollow wind...from depths of HELL you call my name...my soul you've come to claim... | |
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| Holy cow. | |
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| Frozen now...'neith a leafless tree... these tears... have made an iceman of me. | |
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| You need a drink and I need a refill... | |
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