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Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Rest
You wore your long hair all tied up
Then you let it flow easily to uncover a lonely poem
I touched it with my fingertips, and we wrote the rest
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Human Paradox
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Great flow. Reads like a song man.
December 21, 2011 at 8:15 PM
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Great flow. Reads like a song man.
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