Continuation

January 6, 2011
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Life goes on,?
But the love doesn’t.?
Light, dark, large, or small.?
We are prisoners to it all.?

She rubs on paint to hide her face,?
then takes a shot for some embrace.
?He knew it all along.
?But broken girls easily fall for sweet poems and love songs.





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