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December 22, 2008

I know a beauty,

She stares out her window,
Her window of pain,
Of sorrow,
Of sadness,
Of regret,
Of things that she should have never seen,
And yet she's continuously among all the public witnessing s
Of all the above,
like a permanent drug,
She shows no love,
Filled with agony and, misery
As she stares out her window,
With her brown eyes of beauty.

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Jan. 28, 2009 at 3:41 pm
I have trouble taking this seriously. You spelled "title" wrong, and overall its pretty cliche.
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