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St. Anthony of Mistakes
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Abused Lovers
the flowers poured right into his face
he knew they would soon wither
but he was so distorted
how could he care...
post modern verse
His face gave the right flowers
He knew right away and disappear
However, it was distorted,
they do not care ...
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