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Broken love is like a tree, Dulled colors, the fallen leaves. The autum wind carresses my branches, No free will; and no more chances. The grass is screaming, turning brown. I hear their cries, they too are bound. The sky birds say that spring is near, but still. Can I help but fear?
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gothgirl added this comment 2009-06-30 23:24:47-05:00
awesome words!
ladyleven added this comment 2009-07-29 13:23:55-05:00
woah! that is insanely amazing!5 stars
gothgirl added this comment 2009-06-30 23:24:47-05:00
awesome words!
ladyleven added this comment 2009-07-29 13:23:55-05:00
woah! that is insanely amazing!5 stars