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Glass
My glass is mine. Sometimes full. Mostly leaves my lip stain, On the rim, Just like a train, Traveling the edges. My life leaves print, And fills around, The places that my heart is, Just like the glass of moving clear, The stains of lifetime kisses. Raine Les 4/29/2008 |
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didnt get that 1
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Thats a sad truth
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