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my words were tender once, to a small child without hope,
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Sleepy willow reeds grasp flesh, grazing and biting fluidly sinking,
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So you became bitter again after I left, so you packed up your emotions and,
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by MissyMouse
30 lines, 4 comments,
on Sep 30 4:15 AM 2008
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by MissyMouse
21 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 1 2:38 AM 2008
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by MissyMouse
32 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 31 2:20 AM 2008
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by MissyMouse
11 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 17 3:31 AM 2008
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by MissyMouse
36 lines, 3 comments,
on Aug 11 12:02 PM 2008
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I've left behind the discrace,
The discrace of your touch,
by MissyMouse
53 lines, 8 comments,
on Aug 3 1:05 AM 2008
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