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Fashioning a disguise from temporary goodbyes,
Visited my funeral today, caught a glimpse of you, then walked away.
Saved
Fashioning a disguise from temporary goodbyes,
Visited my funeral today, caught a glimpse of you, then walked away.
MindNumbing commented on Saved
01-07-2011
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BrokenHeart2009 commented on Saved
01-04-2011
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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