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luckylisa

Published: Jun 4, 2009

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I'm out of words today
But I managed to put down
Onto blue lined paper
How much I hate you.
I'm out of feelings today
But I managed to fill my heart
With despair and loathing.

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Corvidae65

Aug 21, 2009

I think you did a good job with this--sometimes lewss is more in poetry. Nice work

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