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Re: These Walls
These walls contain me, as my life comes to a close my fists are no match; and my scarred wrists, hold no strength. I feel the wicked eyes of my ...
Apr 17, 2009 -
Re: When I'm With you.
The raging waves flow higher. The juicy strawberries become riper. The exotic rain forest grows vaster. The full, glowing moon rises sooner. When I’m with you. The shriveled, sick flowers ...
Apr 17, 2009
