no were to go
no one to love
so that you may
know what love is
all you have is
the wet rain
that falls upon your
fragile flesh
making its marks on your
unknown beauty
as your fingers hit your skin
as smile is born up on your face
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i may put poems in here and some of my art work :0
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If Justin Beiber was on the edge of a six story building 70% of teenagers would be crying. 27% percent would be laughing. 3% would waste their energy running up six stories of stairs to push him off. Put this in your siggy if you are part of that 3%.
