06-22-2000, 02:54 AM
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The Fly
Join Date: Jun 2000
Location: round there
Posts: 133
Local Time: 12:41 PM
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HERES A POETRY
if the nigth become my friend and your sight is just what i got the death is much more worth to me as you breath as your mind and you miss me today,maybe you cry but the blood in my head is now outside me |
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