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by nicole Mar 4, 2006 category : Life, society / other
Like shard's of glass, millions of pieces, tear's of the past. Going, going, never ending flow. Turning, churning, my very soul. Wondering, wandering, destination unknown. Hoping & praying, for a place to call home.
by Lilninja
Nice i liked it..n thanxs 4 commenting on 1 of my poems..:)...this one is kind of hard to understand at first but i got it..
by nicole
Hey* this is not for me by the way* it's a random poem & Im not sure who I wrote it for
