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That is the art of losing a loved one, and one may never know until their run is finally done. It will amaze to see the sun rising up as it shows. That is the art of losing a loved one. It is the absence of love when the cold wind blows. Until their run if finally done. When you lose that spark of fun, you realize your heart has froze. That is the art of losing a loved one. It is amazing today that many shall shun, and they run away. Until their run is finally done.




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OceanWaters said...
Aug. 15, 2012 at 5:27 pm:
How many times must i tell you dj love poems.
 
DizjayBlount replied...
Aug. 16, 2012 at 12:31 am :
lol my broken heart poems are about simple pain. not full rage like yours. tis why we clash. i am calm members?
 
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