Rose Tyler
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ThunderA Poem by Rose TylerHer rage sparks like flint on stone, Both having the result of a ferocious fire. Her bleak outlook on life, Reminds most of the coldness of ice. .. |
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LoversA Poem by Rose TylerOut to dinner they go,A romantic evening they have.Getting home they drink their wine,And go up to their room.Candles are lit,Chocolate is fed.They sl.. |
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LostA Poem by Rose TylerI'm confused.. |
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Her DrugA Poem by Rose TylerNot sure why I wrote this one. |
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His and HersA Poem by Rose TylerWritten for a friend a month ago |
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