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Poem Written on a Ketchup Stained Paper Plate
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Someplace inside my soul does cry for what it cannot be. And in this state it gives a sigh: "To love. To hope. To thee."
brazen
14-Feb-05/3:18 AM
short, sweet, and 57 times to the point.
apparently, if i was junk food i'd be a cheeseball.
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