Open Poetry #2 |
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roxane Senior Member
since 1999-09-02
Posts 505us |
i think that i lie but i don't know he comes to me like a sick little kid and overpowers me with naivete but i know it's not true and i just stare at the way he makes me cringe we're all burning grass and pieces of thought the sun comes up to make it harder on us the sun comes up and hopes that we disapate |
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