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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

empty prose

she's known as a little letter before G
somehow she sit nicely after M and E

yes, believe me
she can't be feel; she completes the feel
if she leaves; the only left is ill

can't be found in heart; again try to wonder why
but when take deep inside; she's there just being shy

she can be fool, she can be fault
it's true; it's just tiny reason to halt

perfect is a part of her
that's her fact
the little F

by: hariri

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