Gone:(A Poem by Jane DoeGone..., like the wind, like the lives of soldiers, like the hope in me that this is all a dream, like the O-zone in a few years, like the blood in you when you slit your wrist, like my faith in you that you will call back when i called you two days ago, cause pain is some thing that never goes away wether you are dead or alive. © 2009 Jane DoeAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 19, 2009 AuthorJane DoeFLAboutI miss the way words would flow out on to a page and express my deepest concerns so I have returned. more..Writing
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