FinTalia
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WineA Poem by FinTaliaSo i smoke cigarettes to pass the time,since my thoughts have grown to wild for wine.And my eyes are drier than my lips,as they crack and tear between.. |
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The end.A Poem by FinTaliaI miss you in the end.When everything is said, done, and put away.You creep into my mind.Taboo.God damn it, i want you.Know i cant have you.Dream i am.. |
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