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If it doesn't rhyme
maybe it is poetry
count to seventeen
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How does it feel to be young?
Leaving him!
Author: Tarastar
Created: 27 June 2004
You stare into my soul,
No depth deeper then love
Heaven is an object,
My soul is just a dove.
You cry wolf,
When I catch you at play
Words are beyond meaning
How could you treat me this way?
You stare into my eyes,
Cold fever runs my brain
Shadowed by your voice.
You always were so vain.
I can break the curse
And be free!
Here my own voice for once.
And just be me!
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