oopseleteA Poem by Tim LionI prove I'm alive by playing dead but nobody notices either
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3 Reviews Added on October 14, 2011 Last Updated on October 14, 2011 AuthorTim LionLake Worth, FLAboutSometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..Writing
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