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Nothing makes sense anymore, truthfully. It's now on paper.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Chapters: 17 - Words: 1,204 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 3 - Updated: 11-08-11 - Published: 10-20-11 - id: 2962854
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Love (crazy thing)
I examined,
My plight.
I left an adoring guy
To choose one
that I'll probably
never get.
Crazy thing,
Love.
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