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To often we don't realize what we have until it's...
To often were to stubborn to say sorry I was...
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~ ~ 5.11.16 ~ ~
as trouser legs went...
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Form - Free verse
Reading Type - Sadness...
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You was the smell of my life rose
But without you the smell is gone...
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Sonnets can't compete
Under milky skies - waking...
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How could you close the door?
Is there no way to be like us before...
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Maybe, it was because of
the insults of my mother...
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I'll never be a pillow under your head,
easing you to sleep at night, right mother...
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First -
Newspaper : Girl lost...
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Great things are coming
Great things are good...
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I'm feeling some kind of way
Remembering days gone by...
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So no matter how much nurturing your mama gave...
there are certain men...