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By mytruth •

What I have before me is through is through... your eyes. Your image shall be destoyed as never before. Changes promise new creations. Forget solid despair It's through It's through your eyes and what you create.

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June 22, 2007 01:42a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.

ew! i like its reminding me of my enemy! a poem i wrote i love this