FateA Poem by Crazy ClaireAbout my little bro:3
Fate.
The word breathes in and out falling into those soft brown curls. So much hope for one so beautiful young and innocent. And don't change for a single soul, my dear, only for your fate.
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Added on June 15, 2012 Last Updated on June 15, 2012 Tags: fate, poem, forever alone, faded butterflies Author
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