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my poetry

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mcrocklover89
Killjoy
mcrocklover89
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 2
October 19th, 2008 at 07:23am
Life is Like Holding A Flower.
You Try To Hold On To It For So Long.
In That Flower Is Beauty And Expression.
Each Line On A Flower Shows Its Ups And Its Downs.
Each And Every Single Second It Gets A New One.
But After Time The Flower Starts To Wreath Away.
Then At One Point In Time It dies.
After There's A Seed Is Left Behind And Life Starts......

________ All Over Again