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 =  I hear this poem
Corina Gina Papouis
[17.Sep.09 19:09]
like this:

I feel your lips
Walking on tear marks
You worship me too soon
So as to kill me
And too late
My dream is made of fears
Your song of forbiden feelings
That vergers pour slowly
into my ear
To be kept

..hope you don't mind!

 =  you're wright
Iustina Daniela Cucu
[19.Sep.09 00:32]
My dear Corina you are wright. I'll change the poem.

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