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Awsome read and write show light for hate destory self, spend so much time
hating one become cold not realizing it. Hate blind eyes, death become the ears yet, faith cometh by hearing. Can I share a post SEEDS 3rd poem 3rd page i'll continue read thank you.
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Mystereo
on January 29, 2009 at 4:43 PM
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