love kills
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| keep on moving | 2 | 02/23/2009 |
| Faith | 1 | 02/23/2009 |
| hhh | 1 | 02/09/2009 |
| up all night | 0 | 02/09/2009 |
| hate | 0 | 02/09/2009 |
| thinking | 0 | 02/09/2009 |
| all u poets | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| light | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| emo | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| sad | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| whit out | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| just go | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| poet | 1 | 02/05/2009 |
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| one more day | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| how could you | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| love kills | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| why | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
| that boy | 0 | 02/05/2009 |
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