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this is goodbye
I know the sound
laugh when you say it
make us learn to fly alone
I know the sound
laugh when you say it
make us learn to fly alone
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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nocturnal visitor | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
bloodlust | 1 | 04/28/2009 |
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untitled | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
untitled | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
untitled | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
being conscious of... | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
untitled | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
tease | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
awake for now | 2 | 04/22/2009 |
Jason | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
this is denah's broken heart | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
yet again | 1 | 04/22/2009 |
ollie ollie oxen free | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
sad song | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
now | 0 | 04/21/2009 |
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silver lining 30 apr 1996 | 0 | 04/21/2009 |
homesick | 0 | 04/21/2009 |
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