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Created on 5-16-07
His soul creeping down her spine,
onto the floor, he stands behind,
the woman whom he thinks devine
to see, she is no longer fine.
Desolate, drowned and dreary she be.
Defined much to explicitly.
She's been forsaken casually
By he who loved and thought to leave.
Please Login to post comments| On May 16th 2007 Robyn03281989 Said : | |
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Forsake Me, Forsake Me Not....a different side to he loves me he loves me not |
| On May 16th 2007 mcihellejane Said : | |
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I like it but I struggle with titles myself so I have no idea there~ |
