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      I drift into the pages,
 Of the book of broken dreams. I find my name a hundred times, On every page it seems. I give my love too easy. Passion from heart and soul. At first you crave forever, Then the bells of ending toll. If I am such a writer, As my words are felt within. Then why must the book I'm writing, Be ripped to shreads again. My pages stained with tear drops. The seams, they fall apart. I copywrite these memories Printed on my broken heart. | |
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      Hey bro..
 I think that your work above is really very good, and that you are really very gifted. Not all verse is created equal. Your's is above the fold. -Drew | |
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      oooops!! Meant to say "yours" not your's.
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      Thanks Drew
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