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Short little poem. Nothing great. I miss last summer =/

Fire of ice, Ice of fire, It's all mixed, In a heart's desire.

You sit there in your chair, Getting yelled at. You wonder what's wrong. So you ask, "Baby, what's wrong?" Then you get a simple reply,..

Today I sat down and realized, I ain't got no one. All I got is a picture of thefamily, And the thrill of the run. I ain't got no one to hold my..

Darkness lies within his mirror, Nothing much is getting clearer. All he sees is what he hates. All he wants is heaven's gates. But heaven's gat..

So you say no. You say it's too complex, You care about the effects Of all this sex. That's fine. I don't need to screw, I just want you To b..

You won't get it, haha

I was in a writing mood, wasn't meant to be the best.

Her hair soars with the wind, Gliding with the birds. Oh how thee Entrances me With her looks. Her eyes sparkle with the stars, Lighting all..

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