diaperedslave -> Another Poem (12/11/2007 8:46:32 PM)
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Aware By Timothy B. Chiacchira I am amazed we are aware To see the sun rise again. It burns the comfort of the sound.. As it spins and rises from the ground Like a faucet that debates if the cups full Or be rift of any span opposite. I want our hands to reach out With that beautiful view As sorrow drops through As there is comfort too…
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