nomoreA Poem by imp gonza
it was your fragrances enableing my will to move on the ripe apple of sin the velvet that lace your pandora box isolated emotions drop. slowly down this time peace this crystal ball indicates that your better off without me. speak softly but manipulate what i want to hear salt water Fertilize and blossoms into transparent tears these tragic mirrors reflect no image because your not near. just a weaken will to live hanging by a single fabric if bitterness
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2 Reviews Added on April 24, 2010 Last Updated on April 24, 2010 Authorimp gonzapueblo, COAbouti like writing it takes me away from most bullshit life has to offer its like a drug. if you want to know more msg me at [email protected] more..Writing
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