Tessa Le Rouge
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Tip your glass for the underclassA Poem by Tessa Le Rougeone. night. stand. |
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Bets Down, Ante UpA Poem by Tessa Le Rougea poem of risk |
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my prerrogativeA Poem by Tessa Le Rougeits in the title |
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Write OffsA Poem by Tessa Le Rougepoetry in the worst degree |
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Midnight showA Poem by Tessa Le Rougea poem |
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In the DistanceA Poem by Tessa Le RougeIn the distance i hear you weep, so i quietly sigh at my seat. but then i feel tears at my feet, and i know there is something more to the tired .. |
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