angels
angles touchPoetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| in my dreams | 0 | 12/14/2009 |
| missing you | 0 | 08/30/2009 |
| feeling empty | 0 | 08/30/2009 |
| in my dreams | 0 | 08/30/2009 |
| worlds | 0 | 08/30/2009 |
| pain in my heart | 0 | 08/30/2009 |
| angels | 0 | 08/30/2009 |
| just becasue | 0 | 08/30/2009 |
| no more what if | 0 | 08/30/2009 |
| how could you | 0 | 08/30/2009 |
| to a friend | 0 | 12/14/2009 |
| why | 1 | 05/17/2009 |
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