| Open Poetry #33 |
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The will to compare |
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Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York
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I came and saw once, that I was rare. That sometimes, I really just didn't care. Never did it occur, that I would accept this dare. And now, I'll never be aware. Of why some choices I made were wrong, but why I must try to prepare. For anything, That you might compare. Love, |
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