The SwingA Poem by this account has been hacked by Viper PhoenixThe sweet,rustic smell of rain fills my nose my head, my brain. Hear my pain,my pain o little one. For i'm crying in the rain. my heart is sad and broken remebering the swing. you and i to gather playing inthe rain. © 2011 this account has been hacked by Viper PhoenixReviews
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8 Reviews Added on January 4, 2011 Last Updated on January 4, 2011 Authorthis account has been hacked by Viper PhoenixLos Angeles, CAAboutMY MOTHER IS A PSYCHOPATH (AND A BUNCH OF OTHER PEOPLE TOO) AH HA HA HA HA. S**T more..Writing
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