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Post by XoXo_Branden_XoXo on May 31, 2007 12:24:28 GMT -6
Carvings
Why do you dare, Stare. At the carvings in my arm. They do you no harm. So turn away, Go away, Never look back, Cause its a fact, That more will come. Then maybe, just maybe, ill be done.
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Post by NotSoPerfect on Jun 1, 2007 14:34:09 GMT -6
I shouldn't nit-pick but maybe is spelled m-a-y-b-e. Sorry, I just had to throw it out there. Anyway I've noticed that your poems are very full of personality and emotion. It seems like you write very much to express yourself, and you do it in a very descriptive way. Kudos to you.
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