Sprout
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Swan Lake on a Sunday Night
I poem and I poem,
I poem to no end
except that there is an end,
because it's a poem.
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Anonymous
July 6, 2011 at 11:10 PM
why do i always find myself looking at your poems...
Love,
Panda <3
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why do i always find myself looking at your poems...
ReplyDeleteLove,
Panda <3