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Day: August 3, 2008

the night when nine become one

poetry

licorice and spice baby
you’re nothing nice
that feeling you wont miss me
if i’m gone
your gone
but i miss you

`Cause tonight is the night
When nine become one

August 3, 2008 Roger Mugs Tagged crappy poetry to write about it, deserted at the sieve 1 Comment
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