has triggered off these..
I
benares..
one year ago
spring aches
II
your words
now alaphabet jumbles
you gave us away
III
your pain spawns
poetry
that came
with you
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to love, is to ride a tiger. you have no choice once you get on to him. if you decide to get off, he will kill you. if you choose to ride on, well...hang on to your hat..this is gonna be one HELLUVA ride !!! woo hoooooooooo !!! :))
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