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[Read the poem and then answer.] Do you think this is good? |
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 7:45 am
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It was a last resort, A pointless romance from the start. That landed in the mud, with a crippled, broken heart. Now all that's left are empty lipstick tubes, Ripped up n***s, Leaving something they were stuck in like glue. What went wrong, What did I do? They only know false, They'll never know true. Leaving something they were stuck in like glue. It was my heart you'd stolen, Taken just to play with, Thrown around like a football, Crushed when you had fallen, For that person so much better. Now I'm stuck up in this room, Left with nothing to think of but you.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 9:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 6:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 7:05 pm
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