Treasure Island

Ebone' Ingram

(April 12,1991 / Oklahoma City, Oklahoma)

Ab Barathro Meae Animae V (Death of a Destiny)


horrid Fates!
i Fated fear that
beholding my Fate's
hapless Fate
is my eternal Fate.

Submitted: Monday, July 31, 2006
Edited: Friday, August 20, 2010

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  • Melvina Germain (3/10/2007 10:12:00 AM)

    Twisted, twirled and turned around, if that's what one allows, then so-be-it, afterall everyone is charge of one's own destiny. Very interesting little treasure.---Melvina--- (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (3/10/2007 10:11:00 AM)

    Twisted, twirled and turned around, if that's what one allows, then so-be-it. Very interesting little treasure.---Melvina--- (Report) Reply

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