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by DarkJem Jan 2, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
Wind whispers through her hair rain trickles down her face walking on fluffy white crimson moving dress free at last lonely no more just facing her regret.
by Cindy
Nice job!You said alot with few words. Excellent!
by Kurt
Short and sweet. I thought it was a good poem.
