AstrayA Poem by HopeYour love is a daily routine, nothing simple or near pristine; It comes as often as the waves and leaves a wounded heart astray. The heart of a fake is a deceptive thing © 2010 Hope |
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1 Review Added on April 12, 2010 Last Updated on April 12, 2010 AuthorHopeSomewhere MagnificentAboutMy name is Hope. Music and poetry have been my life since before I can remember. I can't tell you who I am, but I can only show you. What I can tell you is who I believe in. I believe that Jesus .. more..Writing
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