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\"...mi-a facut placere sa o vad pe Annie din now shi mi-am dat seama ce persoana nemaipomenita este shi ce bine imi pare ca o cunosc shi m-am gindit la o gluma mai veche, despre un tip care se duce

more dreams angelic prose I grow numb to it all I let you all in without destroying my wall one is the same as the others are different (another angel’s kiss without knowing what it

We don\'t read and write poetry because it\'s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business,

I dreamed of meeting you in a long black dress with 20 gold buttons a big smile on my face and a big blue moon shining in the sky just the look in your eyes melted five buttons off the

it\'s easy to get caught up in life\'s old cliches...but sometimes I can\'t help but think that for some cosmic reason I will never know, everyone gets what they really deserve in life, and injustice

The past... Wow, what can I say. All this soon will fade. All this will simply be fetilizer for the future. The past can\\\\\\\'t help but cry, and die... drowning in its own tears (and sometimes its

ma simt insultata de pielea mea fierbinte, catifelata insa inima mea se raceshte shi devine ca o piatra din ce in ce mai rece in fiecare zi shi aud tacerea din ce in ce mai rece in

Sometimes people are put into My life because I need them, But often it gets turned around, And it\'s them who need me. That\'s when I start to become drained, Giving all my energy, With

shi cred ca asta a fost totul ...imi lipseshte dragostea. dragostea MEA cortina cade insa eu sunt inca pe scena. Orchestra a parasit demult teatrul. {dragoste acapella}

no, This isn\'t a mushy lovesick poem, although I\'m a romantic. it\'s just me... this cyber cesspool of thoughts and emotions have clouded my thoughts on the bluest of days. trust

there are very few things in my life that, given the chance I would do differently...there are even fewer things that I hold important enough to die for...actually, scratch that, wrong word, live

el s-a apropiat, dansind parca, shi cu grija a facut o gaura microscopica in mijlocul pieptului ei... a usturat-o putzin ca o mushcatura de tzintar insa fiind asha de mica ea nici macar nu i-a

furtuna a trecut. zgomotul tunetului se retrage. fulgerele luminand in departare cu taceri din ce in ce mai lungi intre ele. o picatura de ploaie atarna pe marginea unei

{ceva scris de mine acum un an insa care prin ironia vietzii, se mai aplica!) de ce faci asta? haide, acuza-ma insa nu sunt vinovata de nimic altceva decat de faptul ca te iubesc cum putem sa

seen the picture mental picture fashioned fiction from what\'s real spun the spiral downward slope slipping, reaching for the shore... things you could never explain things you could never

the fragrant pungent aroma fills the air zig zagging moisture scents like a hikers trail tracing the path back to the pot of black gold pouring the umber fluid into my china cup nostrils are