passion
I was sleeping and heard a voice coming to me from heaven saying come back home my child and give me your heart and soul and i will give you the strengh to carry on.
passion
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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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bigd2000’s Poems (7)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| heart beats | 0 | 10/19/2009 |
| passion | 0 | 10/19/2009 |
| burning bright | 0 | 10/19/2009 |
| problems | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| storms | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| tears | 0 | 10/14/2009 |
| love | 0 | 10/12/2009 |
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