War
When armies appear and sorrow risers, hum a tune so we can lose our pain in danceing.If your destiny,be glory or not, Purify yourself, and embrace the childish, Joyful babbles'and smilings faces of the moment's
Poetry by debra
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Written on 2008-05-29 at 12:01
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