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A Poem by Ripped Denim 💜

Through a veil of mist

voices of the lost cry out.

Leaves rustling in night.

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Added on December 22, 2013
Last Updated on December 22, 2013

Bad backwards is dab. Dabble. Like a bad haiku. I dabble in bad. more..

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