Thu
31
Until this day
I’ll be singing alone
Trees here are humming
As melancholy sounds enter my ears
I watch the planes go by
Like its falling over me
Now i stand
Waiting for my fall.
Will this poem fit in the minimum words? wahahahah OKay so lets get a moving services.
I started laughing when somebody made a stupid mistake. done intently or not. at least i have a helluva fun!
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Thursday, July 31st, 2008 at 3:20 pm
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