JenA Poem by TaylorJust a little bit of darknessShe Cries and Dies She weeps but she flies They don’t know her name Could it be Jane? They push her to the end I think it is Jen She thinks she is safe Tell he that it is Kate There she goes Down the hole Never seen again We wish our luck to you, Jen.
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AuthorTaylorNew York, NYAboutHowdy Everyone I'm Taylor I'm 18 Years Old And I write about some pretty relevant stuff more..Writing
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