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by Gem Apr 30, 2005 category : Life, society / inspirational
As each day goes by This blue eye is staying dry. Even as the hurt starts to intensify, You'll never see me start to cry. Every butterfly you gave me, Starts to shrivel up and dry. But boy, you won't be satisfied, Cos you'll never see me cry!
by Animus
Most often I'm not that stong. I do hold it back in public though. I'll wait till I'm alone. But yeah......good work. -Animus
by Timothy B
very nice poem. keep it up Tim
