Elizabeth..A Poem by Zebrah.Chills crawl up my skin as i think about what we could've been she was black and mild young and wild and all the while I'm just another by passer but i couldn't help not to pass her her teenage soul and my phone calls she didn't seem to answer i guess i'm broke off cause now she's dashing and i am the chaser..
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Added on October 17, 2012 Last Updated on October 17, 2012 |

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