Deep Poetry: Prove me Wrong

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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Prove me Wrong

Enjoying the fists and crests of pride Bestowed the glories one can breed All along my life that blossoms During all my turnouts he proved my shadows When i always found myself beside his pillow Even he kept his eyes in dire states... Sign in to see full entry.

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