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fall to poetic pieces
Monday, December 15, 2008
hate to love and love to hate her
;like a broken record player
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decade old ballads and solitary bus rides
picture a hall full of people
http://andbreathedreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-y...
let me tell you of a love
turn into something beautiful
i remember i forget
good morning world
for you my dear
in my field of paper flowers
pretty pretty people and other elusive societies
hate to love and love to hate her
she is going to die, and soon.
My Sister, My Love - Joyce Carol Oates
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Baby, I Stay In Love Wit' You
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