Not really a poem, by FakeLaughter31
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To confess ones undying love to the other is like freeing
your soul from your body
Trying to explore unknown territories as it lashes from the
hard-ships it and the body had yet experience, the love may
be free but it is sure to be secured in ones “prison” as
it is “protected” how may you know that it really is
protected nobody knows the answer for it is yet to be
discovered in this unknown world
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Posted: 2005-11-02 03:26:02 UTC |
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