Poetry lives
and how is possiblethat the poetry die?
well sometimes..... somethings must die
to grow on a better time,
and when i look your eyes
i don't have dude that the poetry lives for me again...
Poetry by Mabel
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Written on 2010-09-16 at 03:37
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