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School 61 (Free verse) by unnesessary

Behind school 61 in that naive field of days flown by, stands the carved trunk with the names and hearts of Patricia Street. On that forsaken high-grass lot still stands the willow tree that shadowed the love of wishes - still casts the perfect shade of once. Like a wide-eyed monument protecting wishes - And I'll wait for you in Bloomington and miss you in between.

klosterfobik 11-Sep-04/6:21 PM
Whore us ate,are you really that half-witted?




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