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Friday, July 28, 2006
7:15 AM

well todae is borin again
i dun know wat to update
jus read out tis poem.....i'll write a poem everytime im bored and when i dun know wat to write......



His love is his famous mark,
Not one notices this skilled thief,
love make his heart so dark,
His kindess are always swift and brief


He know where she will flow,
yet with wat his sorrow hold,
and why the wind blows,
Made wretched by living and cursed in years old


For she was of my own,
To find his new love story,
The hands of hers, alone,
Was all knowing his glory


All my hearts tore apart,
It was a pure and loving heart,
It fell like a falling glass shard,
its jus so hard


Together we are lovers bright
You make the perfect bride,
your squealing with delight,
where we spend the whole midnight


Stay tuned for more poems

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