| Open Poetry #2 |
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warm sun shining |
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corda serrata pando New Member
since 1999-09-12
Posts 4 |
Your like the warm sun shining, down on this hole I've crawled in. You could count on me dying, if we ever go our seperate ways. The last thing I want is for you to look at me and say, "it's a crazy life". You probably already think that though, that's why you carry that knife. |
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