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Post by dirtgirl on Jul 27, 2002 7:11:55 GMT -5
I cut myself, to feel alive. Crimson on ivory. A simple remembrance ritual.
Rosemary’s essence, Reminds me that there is so much I want to say to you, But somehow life has conspired to get in the way.
So I’m left in spirit, to love you from afar. Celebrate the memories of where we have been, And dream of where we are.
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Post by just a girl on Jul 28, 2002 7:02:00 GMT -5
i really like this one dirtgirl. great poem. sorry i would write something better but im really tired, ugh long day at work .
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Post by dirtgirl on Jul 28, 2002 23:28:03 GMT -5
I know exactly where you are coming from!
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