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Poetry
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Gone fun
There's not a soul
it's holding strong
deep inside
the oceans wrong
time can test
laughs can heal
friends can be
the lightening feel
lonely is
the touch that's none
love has left
and gone is fun
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