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untitledA Poem by glasswindow |
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Untitled.A Poem by glasswindow |
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Twisted and lame.A Poem by glasswindowJust wrote it over a cup of Coffee (takes another drink). I don't know, I think the general feeling is people more or less don't hate what I write. So.. |
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RustingA Poem by glasswindowI don't know, it's a soft thought. |
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Lingering lofting criesA Poem by glasswindow |
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Company For The WormsA Poem by glasswindow |
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The Blind VillianA Poem by glasswindow |
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The Monstress GirlA Poem by glasswindow |
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Coffee and CiggarettesA Poem by glasswindow |
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What a heart.A Poem by glasswindowSomething I wrote long ago. |
