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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Depressy Poem

Roses painted gold, who am I to be bold?
A chance at luck with a hint of risk, break the rules with a simple kiss.
Time passes, days full of fun,
Separated by rough tides, stranded under the sun.
All alone in your heart I stand; the wind picks up, blown away like sand.
Now a single fish abandoned out by the sea, where to go or what to be?


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