| Teen Poetry #8 |
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Everyman I wish |
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surf_painter Member
since 2007-04-10
Posts 434Canada |
Beating rythms Pound through my chest Giving music To my life My mind Is going crazy In circles Round and round Your music Calms my nerves I hear it Through the stress We stay up late Just to talk I can hear The sweetness Of your voice In the words You do type I feel your touch The softness Of your hands Glide against My skin Your my everyman That I wish was here |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Enjoyed ARCTIC WIND |
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fromme2U Member
since 2007-11-09
Posts 257 |
We stay up late Just to talk I can hear The sweetness Of your voice In the words You do type...Very well said |
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