LifeA Poem by NoenameSome call it a punish, A winning loose. © 2008 Noename |
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1 Review Added on May 31, 2008 AuthorNoenameBurdenAboutWords do not exist in my head, They rest at my fingers, and torn papers surrounding my bed. Color does not rest in my eyes, I see nothing but shapes, and gray skys. Knowing me, is interesting you se.. more..Writing
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