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Just a lil prose with so much passion and a few stints of madness. Written in the heat of the moment.
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If you can get thru the language you'll find that this is a very personal poem. It's for a friend, I'd like your input before I send to him as a lette..
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In the end when love dies
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Don't surprise me with flowersAt the tower, you'll be waiting for hours.Plus I'm allergic to them and the bees,So don't be full of surprises pleaseDon..
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Fireflies, I'm collecting, looking at fire's eyes.Super size me so I can look like fire skies,On the 4th of July, night skies turn bright,And the star..
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what the family dreams of you becoming in the future and making sure you don't stray what does the heart have to say about that?
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of lovers regrets, love is a ***** deepending on how you see it :)
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A friend here but lost
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When one finally blows, after constant being pushed
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I wrote this poem on a piece of paper a while back and as I went thru my stuff found it thought I'd post it. Whatcha think. Life as a writer
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