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It's been so long. Monday. 7.27.09 3:11 pm I can't believe it. I haven't logged on to my Xanga or NuTang in so long. I came back right now to my secret garden, because I found an online page where they have refrigerator magnet words to put in to poetry. The chat window isn't big enough for me to publish my whole...piece of writing, so I wanted to document it here. I whispered cruel, empty, winter decorated sounds to you. A song. I sit; thinking, wondering, questioning, tossing, raging. Snow storming my mind. We're touching as an icicle melts glitter on my face. Night is dawning, Sun is setting, I fly high while you fall low in your drunken state. I whispered again; voice louder, Less gentle. 0 Comments.
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