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Monday, February 25, 2013


                                by arcassin burnham

Whole wide world love,
flowers grow underneath the sandy beaches,
the truth would not be a option,
but if it was it would be a crisis,
a fresh out of the oven disaster,
for love,
see u when im above,
i guess,

she said your the one that change,
not like you use to,
in my eyes she can see,
noone knows you flaws about me,
but like alwaysi didnt care for it,
who do you,
think you are,
to judge our relations,

she didnt cope with my desisition,
im glad i met you after all,
your grace enlightens me.

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