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lioninmaple
reed me
Feb 22, 2010 11:47
I
am a reed
dried
twisted with irony
the bitter taste of scorn
once
i blew music
to your sweet lips
the tune haunts
now
abandoned, ignored
I do nothing
but rustle
in the wind
wait
for winters fall
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acrazyraven
March 7 2010, 15:44:59 UTC
This reminds me of when me bf broke up with me. It's hard...we were together for over a year.
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