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Well, angel. What was it you wanted this time? Your dime a dozen lover leaves you hangin' on the line. When what you need's not what you think, are yo..
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3 a.m., alone, in a big empty houseThe sound of rain hitting concrete drowns outthe decibels of noise, without poise in my mindMy thoughts race, screa..
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Outside, the air is fragrantafter the fall of a winter's first shower.The grass is strewn with raindrops,provoking you to take a spill.But you've got ..
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this isn't exactly a creative writing. just a profession of my love to someone dear, and i felt like sharing. perhaps you feel, or long to feel, this ..
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