Why? Because Life/love is poetry waiting to be written
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011
In Spite of Life
And there you scrawled your name Boldly, without shame Across a page reserved For love; and I unnerved Had nothing to reply Or could it be that I Chose thus, in spite of life Disappointments wretched knife…
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