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That Special Day
My life is like a graveyard
Filled with shattered dreams
I worked for everything so hard
And this is wh... |
| Death Poems | Posted: 09/23/2003 @ 3:07am |
The Shadow
She stares out the window
Every minute of every day
Not a word she would speak
Not a word she would say... |
| Death Poems | Posted: 09/23/2003 @ 3:07am |
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